Guerrilla Bars Episode 5 – Clip 1

Motorola, Angeles, Jingle, Robotoid

FREESTYLE:

Yo, I'm the microphone controller My lyrics stay connected kinda like a
Motorola I'm here to scold ya, I'm off the top with the godly flow I had to double-check to make sure we're recording audio
H-Mack, when I do it, you know I'mma scan ya
Yeah, off the top, I kick my rhymes without a planner

Give me another word--["Angeles."]--and I'll incorporate that
Yeah, Harry Mack, you know I brought them more-than-great raps
Listen, my flow is scandalous, I'm really doin' damages I never take a loss out here in Los Angeles
Yeah, ayo, I spit and they dangle

Yo, I get a grip and intertangle in City of Angels
["Jingle."]
H-Mack, I put it down [What did you say?]
["Jingle."]
Yeah, yo, style I bring you, I'm 'bout to write a jingle
When I'm off the top, you know the people couldn't diss this I'm 'bout to rap a jingle 'cos it's comin' up on Christmas

Harry Mack, I do this, man, my flow is universal I'm 'bout to spit a jingle that they use in a commercial It's
Harry Mack, I'm on it, every bar I kick is honest I'mma hold it down forever, you can trust it, that's a promise
Yeah, I'm off the top, I kick them loud boy raps
Shout the woman who be filmin' in the cowboy hat

Harry Mack, I really do it and my flow is too great
That looks like a fancy bag, yo, I hope it's not fake
Harry Mack, I do it proper, man, I know how you feel
Every time I'm off the top, I spit the lyrics that's real

Yeah, ayo, I do it, man, you know I spit a swag song I spit fire like dragons, other rappers drag on
Uh-[Whadja say?]-That's your school?
Hold up, high five, that is cool! Yeah, it's
Harry Mack, I'm off the top with the ammo

Shout my little man, though, who's decked out in the camo
Rockin' the bomber, yeah, I get hype I also dig the fit, he got the
Nikes and the stripes Shouts to my man, yo, it's goin' on down
Shouts to my homie, I be throwin' the pound

Yeah, when I'm on a mic, yo, you know my flow gon' unfurl I be spittin' lyrics just to inspire the young world
H-Mack, I do it better than the rest
Uh, kickin' all these lyrics, I be clever and I'm fresh
Uh, I spit the visual, they seein' my raps

Shout my homie in cap, got the
B on his hat
Yeah, Harry Mack, I'd say the team and I would support
But if I'm bein' honest, I don't know about sports Yo, it's

Harry Mack, I just say what I feel
Every lyric off the top, the people know that it's real
Someone throw another word, then I'll get out o' your hair
["Robotoid!"]-I don't need to prepare [What'd you say?]
["Robotoid!"] Robotoid? What is that?
I'm about to spit phat

Yeah, I got the flow you enjoy Somebody give a definition for robotoid [A robot human?]
Yo, check it, my lyrics gon' stay fly Okay, basically, you're talkin' 'bout the A.I.
Harry Mack, yo, my mind is straight consumin'
Ayo, this is like a robot that is human

Yo, peep the lyrics, the way that I be dealin'
The robots can learn, soon they'll learn to have feelin's
Harry Mack, yo, I'm amazin', a god
All I know is there's no robot that's replacin' my job

Yo, this shit is too original, you know that I stay fly
Crossover like Allen Iverson, A.I.
Uh, follow along, I got punchlines I grab the mic and then I make it happen one time
All right, I done took enough o' your time

Harry Mack, off the top, with the thunderous rhymes

Guerrilla Bars Episode 5 – Clip 2

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

And when I'm on the mic, you know I'm kickin' fluid I live my life like
NIKE , I just do it Uh, when I'm on the mic, I'm rockin' on the break
When I get to spittin', yo, let me see you shake
Yeah, Harry Mack, I do it, you know I leave 'em very annoyed

Yeah, smokin' weed got me paranoid But I still puff the green, the performer, yo I'm tryna do a fly record up at Warner Bros.
WB, I trouble 'em with frees I'm too deadly, I'm heavy, I'm sharp as a machete
When I drop my lyrics, you know I keep the set free
If you wanna know if I can rhyme, yes, I'm ready

Yeah, Harry Mack, I do it, I'm about to spark it
The hard shit, I hit the target, cold like the
Arctic Uh, ayo, I'm the one they chasin'
Tryna do a collab with Barbara Mason

Yeah, it goes down, rappers sound like dummies
When I rhyme, I'm inclined to shine like it's sunny
Yeah, off-top, my G, rock the free
If you wanna learn to rap, you should talk to me

C'mon, yo, they up in my ear but I hear not I fear not, I'm really fallin' like a tear drop I hit rappers when I'm cryin', I be flyin' I got everybody dyin'; to me, rules are not applyin' I go in, I'm sick, foo', I said I'm sick, foo' I said my shit is even colder than a igloo
Buildin' it brick by brick, dude, when I'm on it doin' work
And they got the 45 shirts
Yeah, I told you, you know I'm standin' tall

Unlike a 45, my record ain't small I do it like 12 inches, I make a rapper flinch quick
Out o' control, bumpin' the Latin Soul
Yeah, you know that I'mma rip it, I'mma spark I be blazin' hella blunts when I be sittin' in the park Yeah, it's
Harry Mack, man, you know I came to rock, guys

This my hip hop, later on I'll show my pop side
Uh, ayo, we really crossin' over I told them I could rip the lyrics whether high or sober Yeah, it's
Harry Mack, I be illin' Pounds to my man, thank you very much for filmin'
Uh, uh, uh, uh-uh

Yo Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, check it, uh Check it, uh
Ayo, I run it absurd, Harry Mack is a wonder with words
With raps, I bust, I'm fabulous like Thunderbirds

Yeah, yo, when I rock, I'm nonstoppin' I get it poppin', I get the people butt rockin'
Yo, that's a hilarious name When he gets to spittin', you know Harry is flames
Yeah, these records are fuckin' awesome When I start spittin', yo, you know that I rock some
Ill shit, I kill shit Like the people out the village, I spill this

You know that I'm ruthless, too sick
When I'm on it, brought no plan
Yeah, eatin' chips like the Nacho Man
Or the Macho Man, 'cos I flex 'til I'm strong

Yeah, my freestyles, they be lastin' so long
Uh, shout to my grandma, I don't need no planner
When I'm on the mic, I'm 'bout to do a song for Anna
Yeah, I represent and do it for the girl I'm out o' this world, yo, I let my freestyles unfurl

When I'm flippin' through the records, you know that I might punk you I'm tryna get a hot break from
Garfunkle And Simon; check it, I'm scarin' 'em, dude
And when we pop up, they best beware o' my crew It's
Harry Mack, I do it, man, I stay out of reach

This the LBC, it stands for Long Beach
Yeah, we in LA and we doin' it proper if it's done right I'm tellin' y'all to stop the gunfight 'cos when I'm on it, I spazz with the rap
And my mind is the nine, so I do not need a gat
Yeah, everyone got guns, they goin' crazy

We need to stop this shit, Harry
Mack ain't never lazy
C'mon, when I do it, I move past the shit
And every time the Mack spits, it's a nasty mix

Uh, put it down properly, I make it so understood, G
This style's a goldie but goodie I roll up the reefer, I smoke that, I hit the shit
Matter fact, I scare them like a pistol grip I got the pump, I make 'em jump, I come up in the spot 'N rock 'n I keep my shit hot
Harry Mack, when I'm on it, I be in a state o' Zen

Yo, I don't need a pen, this is volume 10
Yeah, Harry Mack, I'm 'bout to send them straight to heaven
Hold up, this is volume 10, but my amp goes to 11
Word to Spinal Tap, out the mind with raps when I'm rhymin' phat It's

Harry Mack, and yo, I'm tighter than vagina, that's
A fact, I hit 'em live with the rhythm
Diggin' through the crates, lyrically create No debate, I be in the flyest state when I rip this
People pull they phones out to record while they witness

Guerrilla Bars Episode 5 – Clip 3

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

[What'd you say?]
["Avocados."] Avocado, uh
Yo, yo, yo Everything I drop is deadly
My lyrics heavy, rappers suck like spaghetti
Slurpin', ayo, I'm really out here just to do it I'm comin' off the top, I'm really 'bout to kick the fluid
Listen, I be off-tip with the raw bravado

My favorite shit to eat is prob'ly avocado
Yeah, Harry Mack, I kill the game and that's my fault I like to cut it open, eat it with a little bit o' salt
Yeah, when I do my thing, yo, the shit cannot be spoiled
Sometimes I even add a drip o' olive oil

Yeah, when I'm on it, got the skills you couldn't measure
And if I want it spicy, then I add some hot peppers
Really can't fuck it up, an avocado's great
Unless you open it, it's in a brown state

In which case, then the shit is prob'ly rotten
Honestly, that happens to me, like, way too often I feel it and I'm like, it's soft 'n I better buy it
But I don't eat it soon enough and then I cause a riot
Of a tantrum when I cut it open, find out that it's bland Damn!

About the avocado, I'mma understand!

Guerrilla Bars Episode 5 – Clip 4

Juice, Cowboys, [How About A] Bird

FREESTYLE:

["Juice."]
Harry Mack, I do it, man, I'm gettin' too loose
Treat a rapper like a fruit, then I crush 'im to juice
Yeah, H-Mack, I'm on it, yo, I'm movin' in my own way
Yo, I wake up in the mornin' with

OJ Ayo, got 'em nervous, they about to gulp
Uh, rappers hella slimy like some juice with pulp
Uh, but me, I do it different, I'm no pulp, I'm too clean
Yo, I'm juicin' all these styles on the scene

Yo, c'mon, it goes down, I be causin' more panic
Wake up and I sip a green juice, my flow is organic
Yeah, I'mma do it different, it's yo' man
Harry Rappers hella bitter like some juice of cranberry

If you ever had the raw version without the sugar
Then you'll understand what I'm talkin' 'bout, I cook ya
Up with the lyrics, yo, I speak from the spirit I just turn it up a level, then I let the people hear it
Give me another word and I will proceed

["Cowboys."]
Yo, I got what you need Uh, turn up the system, I come with the loud noise I'm a desperado off-top, just like a cowboy
Yeah, ayo, I'm facin' any challenge I represent the
Cowboys like I lived in Dallas Uh, it goes down, yo, I'm raw with the word
Matter fact, I'm cuttin' rappers like some boots with the spur

C'mon, I do it different, yo, I stay on my course
Yes, of course, I ride a horse like if it was a
Porsche Uh, Mack is different, yo, you know I hit like missile I be in a draw with a cowboy, pull the pistol
Yeah, I really will be winnin' this round

And I'm so fast with the draw, I even spin it around
Then I cock it, then I shoot 'im and he's dead on the ground It's
Harry Mack, I be spittin' off the head and I'm proud
All right, one more word 'cos three times the charm

Y'all know I will do harm You 'bout to miss if you blink I'm givin' him a moment to think
["Do you have a word?"]
["Do I get to...?"]
Do you have a word?
Anyone can do it, there's no rules, it's absurd
["How about a bird?"]
How about a bird?

Okay, that works 'cos that rhymes with last word C'mon, it's
Harry Mack, my lyrics get you high
In the sky, 'cos everything I spit is fly
When I get to rhymin', people stoppin' by to listen

Told you that my lyrics fly, kinda like a pigeon
Yeah, I do it different, I'm risin' above
Yo, if I was a bird, I'd be all white like a dove
Because I'm representin' peace when I come with the speech

Ayo, I got lessons to teach, and they peepin' how I speak Through the beats, it's
Harry Mack, I do it, yo, I see you
Ayo, I'm flyin' overhead just like a eagle It's
Harry Mack, when I rock, I be scorin'

But matter fact, not flyin', I'm a hawk, yo, I'm soarin'
Wings are wide open and I'm floatin' on a cloud
Every time I kick my lyrics, I'm explosive and I'm proud I get down like that, and I keep my words lit I'm rainin' down on rappers like some mo'fuckin' bird shit!
Harry Mack, I'mma do it different than y'all

Yo, matter fact, I came to keep my distance from y'all
Yo, every time I'm spittin', I be keepin' my words fresh I'm tryna keep some money stashed back at the bird's nest
Uh, Harry Mack, man, you know that I incorporate
The rhymes I kick are sorta great, the people can't ignore it; wait

Come and get with it 'cos the god's a beast
Unlike this dog, I be off the leash
Harry Mack, yo, they can't even compete with the hardness
Yeah, he be walkin' the cute dog with the harness

Ayo, Harry Mack, you know I'mma smack
And my lyrics like your dog, 'cos they short but they phat
Yo, I expand, I'm sayin' what I see
When it come to rhymin', no one's playin' with me

Yeah, sometimes, you really gotta end it I meant it, I'm glad that he didn't get offended

Guerrilla Bars Episode 5 – Clip 5

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

Hold up, yo, Harry Mack is live and fresh
These are some ill VANS from the Tribe Called Quest
Yo, that's some ill shit, I never even seen those I be comin' off the top, whippin' with the mean flows
Hold up, Tribe's my favorite, understand me

It's a fuckin' travesty they didn't win the
Grammy God damn, I grab the mic and rip the music I'm cleanin' out your ear like if I was a
Q-tip Uh, and when I'm on it, I'mma live my life
Pay the price, and I'm really sayin' RIP Phife

Yeah, but here's the thing, yo, here's what it suggests
Earlier I said this beat is like my
Tribe Called Quest Now that can't be coincidence, that must be planned
How could we come here to a whole nother land

And not know who's gon' be here, and then understand
That he got it on the fuckin' side o' his VANS ?
What the fuck is that, man? Shit comes together!
I told you my shit is clever, I go measure for measure That's a real fact!

I hope this shit goes viral!
But it prob'ly won't 'cos my skills are way too vital

Guerrilla Bars Episode 5 – Clip 6

Visual Freestyle

FREESTYLE:

Yeah, all right Ah, yo, yo, yo
Yo, over tracks, I be flyin' fast Rappers remind me o' Trump with they lyin' ass
Harry Mack, yo, he's makin' America hate again
That's why I ain't really got no love for him

When I do my thing, yo, I'm reppin' for the resident
Honestly, I feel like, Impeach the President! It's
Harry Mack, yo, you know this dude is killin' me
We would've been better with anyone, Hillary

Bernie, whoever, that shit would be more clever 'cos now it feels like we be locked in Dark Ages forever
Yeah, I'm tryna break you off with a portion
How the fuck can white dudes decide about abortions?
He ain't got no womb, he ain't never had a baby

The fact that he be makin' these decisions hella crazy I'm tryna speak it off-top, you know I'm 'bout to call this shit I frolic quick, I normally don't rhyme about the politics
But yo, bullshit is bullshit, plain 'n simple
Ayo, how's this crazy dude gon' pop like pimple
Talkin' 'bout, "Grab 'em by the pussy!"

And then we're like, "He should be... ...In the
Oval Office," we must stop this I swear to god I'mma see the future like a prophet
And bullshit humans like him don't get no profits
We burnin' it down, ayo, I'm live on the mic now I should run for

President, let's run in the White House
Harry Mack for the people, yo, bars you couldn't measure
Naw, but truth told, I'm sure the job has hella pressure
You saw how President looks before and then after

So many different decisions they gotta master
If I had to decide, like, who is gettin' bombed and who survives?
And who's innocent and who's a mom and who's a father and who's a child?
Who gets to live longer?

Who gets to make these decisions?
Who makes the choice stronger?
See, I can sit here with all my opinions
But I don't know how I'd function well within that dominion

So I'm tryna put it all together live for the people
One thing I know for certain: Fuck
Trump 'cos he's evil!
I ain't got no love for that shit, I spit them off-the-head raps I never got support for people who rockin' them red hats

But, then again, that's an opinion that they holdin'
Yeah, Harry Mack, I'm on the mic and I'm controllin'
Aight, when I do my thing, I make 'em all start to jump
There you go, custom freestyle 'bout Donald J. Trump It's Harry Mack, y'all!