Omegle Bars Episode 11 – Clip 1

Sandwich, Flags, Table

FREESTYLE:

Said I’m addicted to rhymin’, if I can’t grip a mic then my hand itch  
Chop a rapper down the middle just like a sandwich  
Yeah, and y’all know that he’s finna slay  
What’s my favorite sandwich? That be the PB&J  

I’m way above average, I rap like a savage  
I love the PB&J, you know that it’s classic  
Yeah, when I’m improvisin’, writin’ them good songs  
My flows stretch out like a sandwich a foot long  

Yeah, and you know that I’m lettin’ my love spray  
Yeah, speakin’ o’ sandwich, I’m underground like Subway  
Train, when I flow off the brain, it’s just insane  
All up in the session, I’m about to maintain  

Uh, yeah, word up to my mommy  
I’m choppin’ rappers like a sandwich with pastrami  
Yeah, I do as I please, I spit it with ease  
Ayo, I stack up the pastrami, then I add on the cheese  

Yeah, from Harry Mack they better stay away  
In fact, I’m ’bout to lather on the mayonnaise  
I be doin’ what I’m feelin’, y’all, I’m dominant  
Maybe add some mustard for the condiment  

Yeah, I do this a bunch and yes, I got a hunch  
That sandwich might be somethin’ I have today for lunch  
C’mon, yeah, you know freestyles I just run these  
Talk about these sandwiches, damn, I’m gettin’ hungry  

Uh, my lyrics never a drag  
When I’m rappin’, these artists, they wave the white flag  
Yeah, you know that I be the cypher ender  
I step in, they wave the white flag and surrender  

Uh, I’m gettin’ hard on mics  
The flag from where I’m from got the stars and stripes  
Yeah, ayo, I’m gettin’ ill, check the way I spill  
Do you have a flag so you can represent Brazil?  

Mack all up in it, man, the sandwich made me hungry  
Now we talkin’ ’bout the different flags from our countries  
Respectively, we join together collectively  
Is this really the type o’ shit you’d expect to see?  

Live on Omegle, man, you know my flow is fatal  
Before they sign me, put the money on the table  
I’m about to do it, man, I spit the way I’m livin’  
Yeah, Harry Mack, I’m breakin’ out the mental prison  

Sandwich on the plate and the plate is on the table  
See, I run you through the sequence of events if I’m able  
I’ma pick it off the plate, then I take it to my mouth  
Then I—yum, yum—eat the sandwich, y’all know what I’m about  

It’s the M-A-C-K  
I be representin’ live, do it all day  
I was flexin’ real hard with my freestyle  
When I did the lyric for her, she said, “Oh, wow!”  

Man, I’ma break it down, come and get this  
Situation Code Red like your lipstick  
H-Mack, man, you know that I’m here to say  
I rep from LA to Brazil all day  

Let’s go!

Omegle Bars Episode 11 – Clip 2

Penguin, Philadelphia, Steve

FREESTYLE:

When I spit at these rappers, man, I got ’em all flinchin’  
They think they fly, but they really some penguins  
I’m off the top and I’m kickin’ a nice free  
Kinda like a penguin’s home, my lyrics icy  

Come right off the top, y’all know Harry ain’t cute  
I said I’m workin’ on music, I’m never wearin’ a suit  
I’m never lookin’ like a penguin, a suit’s not suitable  
You’ll never see me behind a computer in a cubicle  

Naw, I’m doin’ music, bro, I be tellin’ ya  
I span from Los Angeles to Philadelphia  
And I’m off the top bringin’ the mean steez  
I got flavor like Philadelphia cream cheese  

Mack all up on it, man, I got ’em goin’ silly  
I get illy, I be stretchin’ all the way out there to Philly  
I be doin’ what I’m feelin’, man, they couldn’t believe  
I’m sorry that you couldn’t ever go on dates with Steve  

I mean Julia, y’all know that I’m rulin’ ya  
Yes, he got the crush  
Every time I kick my lyrics, I’ma bust  
I be givin’ y’all enough  

This guy, he’s goin’ crazy  
When it come to lyrics off the top, you know that I never been lazy  
Ah, yeah, you know when I rhyme, I keep my lines prime  
I see the poster in the background, dawg, it’s Einstein  

Well, I be off the top with meanest hype raps  
Ayo, shouts to Einstein ’cos I’m a genius like that  
C’mon, I’m goin’ hard when I’m droppin’ my bars  
And to the right o’ Einstein, man, you got the guitar  

C’mon, compared to rappers, I be flyer, bruh  
I said I stretch from California out to Iowa  
I said I read it off the flag, lyrics never a drag  
He’s in the blue shirt  

When it be comin’ to lyrics, they knowin’ I do work  
Mack, I’m all up in it  
When it come to bars, I’m too infinite  
And you know I’m tappin’ in with my people  

Shout to my man up on Omegle  
Yeah, when it come to lyrics, I be controllin’ it  
When I spit, he be yellin’ out, “Holy shit!”  
Matter fact, I give you more than a portion  

Yellin’ so loud, it’s distortin’  
Yeah, and you know that I’m rockin’ instead  
My man, he be noddin’ his head  
Yeah, I come off top with the flair  

Spit so fast, he got out of his chair  
Yeah, now he sittin’ back down  
He thought that I’d written that down  
Naw, comin’ off top with the passion  

You know I’ma get the mean reaction  
Yeah, you know I am never lazy  
What I said, yo, my man, he be feelin’ it  
Goes crazy with his head  

Yeah, listen, y’all know that these rappers are in trouble  
If you keep doin’ that, you gon’ pull your neck muscle  
Yeah, it’s Harry Mack, I’m doin’ what they can’t do  
Damn, dude, can you teach me some o’ your dance moves?  

What!

Omegle Bars Episode 11 – Clip 3

Phone, Crush, Car

FREESTYLE:

Stay in my zone, on my own, I ain’t never no clone  
If you want rhymes, dial me up on your phone  
Yeah, ayo, even from a distance I grab you  
I use my iPhone, I be messin’ with Apple  

I’m all up in it, dawg, trust I’m comin’ up next  
And if you don’t wanna call me, you can send me a text  
Yeah, ayo, but don’t get in my way, you violatin’  
Right now I got my phone set to vibration  

I don’t wanna hear the bling sound  
It pulls me out my zone when I’m tryna get down  
I’m reppin’ for my people and you know I’m sick  
Too sick for disinfectant  

Ayo, I got a rapper’s phone disconnected  
Yeah, ayo, I give myself my own looks  
Leave you so shook, go on, look me up in phone book  
Get my number, you can hit me with the digits  

A lot o’ rappers talk about it but see Mack, he lives it  
Alright, let me move on ’cause this gives me a rush  
I’m in love with hip hop, it’s more than a crush  
Yeah, uh, y’all know that I grip the mic and bust  

Ay, I be bubblin’ just like the Orange Crush  
That’s the soda, I break it down for y’all, I gotsta  
Ayo, I’m the type o’ rapper to crush my impostors  
All my enemies, ayo, I crush ’em into dirt  

I’m ’bout to show you what I’m worth while improvisin’ with the verse  
I said I’m doin’ what I’m feelin’, one in a million when I be buildin’  
Comin’ off o’ the tip, you know that I’m rockin’ the shit  
I never be droppin’ the shit down  

Never no clown, when I be in it you know I got bars  
And I be travelin’ far kinda like I was drivin’ up in a car  
Yeah, you know I’m ready, y’all know that I’m never gon’ settle  
You know I’m up in the driver’s seat, I push the pedal to metal  

We goin’ much faster, yo, I’m killin’ the set  
What are you doin’? I’ll tell ya later  
Right now I be up in the car  
The pedal-to-metal accelerator  

Doin’ the shit that I’m feelin’, I’m gettin’ it live  
These rappers, they steppin’ to Mack and you know that they never were gonna survive  
I really got all the drive, I’m all up in the whip  
And y’all know that a dope car is what I’m tryna get  

Speakin’ o’ cars, I need Mercedes so I can holler at ladies  
I prob’ly need a Benz just to kick it with my friends  
I prob’ly need the Maserati, I’ma spit it godly  
I prob’ly need to crash the whip and then go fix the body  

At the body shop, this godly rock  
I’m comin’ off the top when I snap  
Peace to all three o’ y’all wearin’ hats  
Yeah, anytime I’m spittin’, it’s the flow that you cherish  

I said I’m in LA, they said, “We out in Paris!”  
Look, I got the flavor that the people believe in  
Peace to all three new fans, they are Parisian  
I said, “I wanna go and visit y’all much more!”  

They said, “We live out here in Paris, so we always get bored!”  
But listen, every time I rhyme, I hit with rifle power  
I be standin’ tall kinda like your Eiffel Tower  
Matter fact, I’m makin’ moves and my lyrics is smooth  

My rhymes are art, they should hang ’em on the walls o’ the Louvre  
Shouts out to these dudes comin’ off the tip swiftly  
It’s over for any rapper who be tryna diss me  
They throw they hand up, I’m here, I make ’em stand up  

Release, I’m finished with the rhyme, I’m sayin’ peace  
Yeah, but before I do, shouts out to this crew  
When I matched his hand signal, then he simply yelled, “Woo!”  
It’s Harry Mack, I’m comin’ through and now he lifts his fist up  

Ayo, every time I rhyme you know I spit, what!

Omegle Bars Episode 11 – Clip 4

Octopus, Doorknob, Orange

FREESTYLE:

Ay, for rappers it ain’t natural so they gotsta push  
Ay, y’all know I go deeper than a octopus  
Don’t get it twisted like a doorknob, Mack gon’ perform  
Ay, peelin’ lyrics off the brain kinda like a orange  

Say rappers it ain’t natural so they gotsta push  
I said I’m really divin’ deep like I’m a octopus  
Don’t get it twisted like a doorknob, I’m ’bout to perform  
Ay, peelin’ lyrics all up off the brain like a orange  

Rappers steppin’ incorrect to Mack  
They all really ’bout to get scorned  
I be doin’ what I feel and I spit how I live  
Shout to my homie, he’s married to a fridge  

Mack all up on it and I say what I say  
He said, “This refrigerator, that’s my bae!”  
Yeah, you know my flow too gritty  
How you like the fridge? Isn’t she pretty?  

Yeah, flow ain’t never been a drag yet  
I like the way she be dressin’ with the magnets  
H-Mack all up on it, I’ma smolder  
Ooh, god damn, man, your bae much colder  

Ay, get it? I’m about to flip it  
When I’m on a mic, man, they love the way I spit it  
Shout to my man who be chillin’ in the beanie  
When it come to lyrics, I put mine together cleanly  

Yeah, you know I’m doper for sure  
Twistin’ the knob and I open the door  
Doors of opportunity comin’  
All o’ these rappers, you know that they runnin’  

Yeah, uh, comin’ with the real raps  
Way too hot, doorknob, gotta feel that  
Wonder if there’s fire burnin’ on the other side  
Harry Mack, ya know I’m really ’bout to provide  

More vibes to my people and we here to get live  
When it comes to lyricism, nobody can survive  
Doin’ what I’m feelin’ and ya know that I’m wilin’  
Peace to my homie chillin’ out in Rhode Island  

Harry Mack, you know that we span the whole country  
I’m the type o’ dude that might jump without a bungee  
Crazy, never been lazy  
All these rappers don’t faze me  

When they spittin’, man, they never amaze me  
If you want the real, go ’head and page me  
You can hit me, most rappers in the game  
They don’t even get me  

Yeah, I bang in the place  
Shout my man, he’s makin’ the stank face  
Yeah, and you know that I do this  
Ay, all my lyrics are the truest  

C’mon, they love how I perform  
All o’ you rappers in the game been warned  
Step incorrect, you about to get scorned  
All up out yo’ area, you ’bout to get torn  

When it comes to lyrics, I be sharper than a thorn  
Matter fact, I’m satanic, comin’ with the horns  
Yeah, you prolly thought I couldn’t rhyme with it  
But you know I’m ’bout to peel it back like a orange  

Go, Mack up on it  
Ay, my bars be soundin’ honest  
Ay, get the mic, I keep it like a motherfuckin’ promise  
Ay, Mack all up on it, leavin’ enemies shook  

Ayo, we finished with the verse  
Let’s take ’em back to the hook  

Ay, rappers, they ain’t natural so they gotsta push  
Y’all know I be goin’ deeper than a octopus  
Don’t get it twisted like a doorknob, I’m ’bout to perform  
Ay, Harry Mack, I peel it off the brain like a orange  

Said for rappers it ain’t natural, dawg, they gotsta push  
I said they suckin’ like the suction cups on octopus  
Don’t get it twisted like a doorknob, I’m ’bout to perform  
Ay, y’all’ve been warned, I’ma peel it like a orange  

C’mon, shout out to my man, he be chillin’ with the tattoo  
When it comes to lyrics, Harry Mack, I’m reppin’ mad crew  
Doin’ what I’m feelin’ and ya know he got the long hair  
Every time I’m spittin’ off the top, I keep the song rare  

He can’t believe what I be spittin’ when I’m rippin’  
So he puts his hand all up to his nose  
Ay, when it be comin’ to lyrics  
I’m frigid, I’m cold, you know I got flows  

You know I be doin’ it, your life, I ruin it  
Come off the top for my homie, I rhyme in a hurry  
Ya know that I’m doin’ this  
Surfin’ like Hurley on top o’ the wave  

And I leave ’im amazed  
He be smilin’ whenever I’m stylin’  
I’m wilin’ all over the tracks  
No one do it like Mack  

I’m a king in this thing, I be shinin’ like bling  
Check the energy that I’ma bring  
This my thing, I’ma sting when I hit ya  
Paint y’all a picture  

Motherfucker, I’ma shine like a fixture  
You be duckin’ every time that I hit ya  
Harry Mack, you know my rhymes will enrich ya  
He be throwin’ his hands  

’Cause I’m glowin’, my man  
Harry Mack, I’ma do it one more time  
Rappers gotsta push, I’m deep like octopus  
Don’t get it twisted like a doorknob  

Y’all know it’s a orange god  
Every time I peel it, make ya feel it  
Usin’ all the words  
My lyrics, man, you know they all absurd  

Yeah, he be dealin’ with his shirt like this  
Yeah, you know ain’t no one did a verse like this  
C’mon, live on a mic, I be flexin’  
Doin’ like this, like my rhyme he be stretchin’  

H-Mack and I’m lastin’ too long  
Took a couple words then I turned it to a song  

What’s good!