Omegle Bars Episode 70 – Clip 1

Baseball, New York, Phone, Rendezvous

FREESTYLE:

Kickin' lyrics directly in your face, y'all
Gettin' busy when I'm up in the place, y'all
Matter fact, I spray saliva like Mace, y'all
Knock it out the park, kinda like I'm playin' baseball

Unh, people dig the way that I'm shinin'
Yeah, each and every time that I'm rhymin'
Yeah, I be shinin' kinda like a baseball field
What? I be shinin' kinda like a diamond!

H-Mack, man, you know I just vibe in the zone
I'm 'bout to score, 'bout to slide into home
Yeah, and my name, around the planet, it is known, son
Every time I'm rhymin', I get the lyrical homerun

I ain't never lyin', I be kickin' straight truth
I'm a legend in the game like Babe Ruth
H-Mack, man, I came through to fix ya
Throw you a rappin' curve ball, I'm the pitcher

Yeah, I be gettin' busy with the style
Chip the ball to the side 'cos my lyrics foul
Yeah, I'mma knock it out o' the park
Every time that I spark, man, my flow's a work o' art

Harry Mack, when I'm rhymin', they like Van Damme
Every lyric that he kick is a grand slam
Unh, who can change the game? Yo, this man can!
Unh, I be gettin' live on my damn cam

Gettin' busy, I'mma leave these rappers dizzy
Yo, I used to pop up at the party and they say, “Who is he?”
Now they all know
Hard to find all up in the crowd like I'm Waldo

I be standin' tall, though, rappers got a small flow
You know that they can't crush me, it's unlikely
Shout to my homie in the glasses and the white T
Yeah, I be peakin' all up in the red zone

While my homie's grippin' on the headphones
Yeah, I'm about to make you trip out
When I'm rhymin', I deliver with the sick style
Yeah, comin' off the top with the reports

They feel me from LA all the way out to New York
Yeah, they be sayin', “Yo, this man snappin'...
...Representin' hip hop like he's in Manhattan!”
Yo, I got all the lyrics you want

They feel me out in Brooklyn and they feel me in the Bronx
Yeah, when I let my words flow
They can feel me out o' all five boroughs
Hunh, and the people know I [bust quite] rare

He be sayin', “Homie, that's us right there!”
We be representin', you be callin' out our city
When it comes to kickin' lyrics, people know that I be gritty
When it comes to other rhymers, I ain't takin' any pity

Every time I rhyme, you know I kick the shit that's smart and witty
I be doin' what I wanna, get ya high like marijuana
When I'm in the session, I'mma navigate right through the drama
Yeah, come off the tip o' the mental

Killin' the mic 'cos that shit is essential
All o' these rappers, they got embarrassin' swag
They couldn't hang if they was that damn background American flag
I come right off o' the top and I tag

Rappers forever, they callin' me the flow lord
In the back, I can see you got a snowboard
H-Mack, man, I'm not known for subtle rap rhymin'
I'm movin' down the double black diamond

H-Mack, I be carvin' the snow
Too hard with the flow, I'm a real artist, my bro
I got you openin' your mouth, I can see your jaw droppin'
People understand the way that Harry Mack is rockin'

Yeah, I be deep up in the zone
And you be filmin' me all up on your phone
That was the third word I should use
Instrumentals, they about to get abused

I'm ready to snap, can't hang with the Mack
I'm on the attack, I'm nice when I start to spazz like that
Unh, and I'm all up in your phone on the app
Unh, and I'm droppin' all the poems that are phat

Unh, I'mma hit you with the speech that's obese
I release and I'm 'bout to kill the game, though, capisc'
Unh, I'mma leave these rappers deceased
Rep from the west all the way out to the east

New York represent
Yeah, every time I rhyme, I'm 'bout to make it evident
And these rappers hella jelly, at least that's what people tell me
'Cause I'm goin' where these rappers never went

Yeah, they sayin', “Mack'n, we on to you...
...You do the shit other rappers just wanna do!”
I get you high like you smoke marijuana, dude
Me and my fans, we be havin' a rendezvous

Yeah, y'all know that I'm on next
I said, "I need a word that is complex!"
He was like, “Rendezvous, that's heavy!”
Yo, you had that word fuckin' ready

H-Mack, man, he did it on cue
I'm spittin' for you, I make 'em say yes, I leave 'em impressed
I rep for the west, I'm gettin' addressed
As one o' the illest, you know that I kill it

I'm ready to spill it, I'm hot like a skillet
I really be burnin' 'em, right to the core I'm returnin'
Whole lotta paper we earnin'
Yeah, I'm about to keep it true, man

Shout to my old fan and my brand new fan
What!

Omegle Bars Episode 70 – Clip 2

Curtain, Clouds, Dance

FREESTYLE:

I'mma spit it in the craziest way
uh, H-Mack, I don't only rap to get paid
Any instrumental I'm on, I'm ready to slay
Like I'm closin' the curtains how I'm throwin' 'em shade

Yeah, comin' off the top o' this, sweatin' the mic
Matter fact, open the curtains, like, let there be light
'Cos every time I spit with these incredible rhymes
Yo, I'mma blow your mind with my lyrical shine

Yeah, ever since twelve years old, you know I been dope
I'm 'bout to open up these curtains on the window
But it's a different window, and y'all are soon to see
I open up the curtains on windows of opportunity

AKA, I be makin' them maneuvers
When it comes to freestyles, Harry Mack is smoother
Controllin' the rhymes and blowin' yo' mind
If I didn't have no curtains, I'd be closin' the blinds

Mack, I'm comin' through to make it known up in the session
Anytime that I be rhymin', I be teachin' y'all a lesson
Yeah, I'm 'bout to make it happen, better turn my volume loud
I be elevated like I'm restin' on a cloud

Huh, y'all know I got your style much better
'Cos my sunshine eradicates cloudy weather
I'm about to change the climate when I spit the fly shit
Word to sunshine 'cos I spit that ultraviolet

Light right up the top o' this, I do these off-the-brain frees
Matter fact, I switch the weather 'til it's rainy
'Cos I'mma reign supreme, like Portland or Seattle
I'm winnin' in the battle; I'm the one you herd, cattle

And my flow's absurd, I'm about to spit it through the speaker system
Rappers can't keep up with me because they got a weaker vision
Yeah, y'all know I slay the hype mic
Shouts to my homie chillin' in the gray and white stripes

Yeah, I'mma make it happen when I'm spittin' it clean
I got you clappin'; like your clothin' material, in my genes
You can find this music in my DNA; wait, what did he just say?
Never write it down because I spit it in the freest way

Y'all know that my vibe is enrichin'
You be on Omegle right in yo' kitchen
Heh, every time I rhyme, you know I'm rappin' sick
Reachin' through the screen to grab a bowl from out yo' cabinet

H-Mack, I'm back again, y'all know I'm bendin' space and time
I'm about to blow your mind when kickin' these amazin' rhymes
Rappers, they don't stand a chance, they fallin' like a avalanche
And every time I grab the mic, y'all know I'm 'bout to make you dance

Heh, lyrics that I kick are too godly
Got you dancin', I got you movin' yo' body
H-Mack, I flow like Aquafina
Turn a regular human into a ballerina

Every track that I'm on is gettin' destroyed
Dancin' on linoleum, a real, raw B-boy
Representin' hip hop, makin' people beg
Said I'm dancin' to the music like my name was Crazy Legs

I'm 'bout to go up in it, my flow is infinite, I never been timid
Any competition I enter, y'all be knowin' the Mack 'bout to win it
I got you noddin' 'n got you smilin' whenever I'm here freestylin'
So much information off o' the tip, that's what I'm compilin'

I'm doin' it better, I'm keepin' it clever
Get rid o' the cloudiest weather whenever
I'm spittin', you know that it's never been written
They steppin', yo, who are they kiddin'?

I'm on, H-Mack, I'm the freestyle don
And every time I start to spill, you know I kill the whole song
Let's go!

Omegle Bars Episode 70 – Clip 3

Biblical, Generic, Titanium, Pineapple

FREESTYLE:

Comin' off the top, I'm too sick with flows; every time I rhyme, I get rid o' foes
H-Mack really be ridiculous, though; I'm holy with my lyrics, y'all, I'm Biblical
Yeah, killin' since my second-grade recital

Every time I rhyme, it should be written in the Bible
H-Mack, ain't nobody fuckin' with him
'Cause when I rhyme, yo, it's holy like I'm doin' a hymn
I'mma blow your mind when I'm kickin' a verse

I'm so biblical, I'm about to take you to church
Yeah, H-Mack, I'mma have you up in the pews
'Cause when it comes to kickin' lyrics, man, I don't never lose
I be the freestyle Jesus

Yeah, I'mma make the whole world repeat this
Yeah, I'mma change the planet 'cos we need this
Yeah, H-Mack addictive like Cheez-Its1
Unh, I got you bug-eyed, lookin' to the side at your friend

Like, “He's goin' too hard, when's the freestyle end?”
H-Mack, I be comin' through, gettin' hype
When I popped up, I was like, "I like your mic!"
He was like, “Dawg, do you do streams?”

I was like, "Yeah, I represent for my team!"
Now, I be comin' off the top and my lyrics, they be pleasing
Shout to the homie named Breezy
Gettin' down when he's on the YouTube channel

Every time I rhyme, I'mma leave 'em dismantled
Unh, H-Mack, I be doin' more work
For the homie in green and homie in the orange shirt
I be makin' it happen, you know that I'm 'bout to work the mic

And I like how your keyboard has purple lights
'Cause it matches my backdrop
Unh, I be blowin' up on my laptop
When the Mack rocks, yo, he's makin' it happen

I'm crazy when rappin', never slackin', I'm takin' the action
I'm doin' my business and I'mma let 'em all bear the witness
And when I'm rhymin', I'mma work it out just like it's fitness
I'mma break it down right off the tip

Unh, Mack'n never lost the shit
Unh, when I be rhymin', I leave 'em embarrassed
My freestyle's advanced and it's never generic
Y'all know I got lyrics they all need to cherish

They feel me from LA, like, way out to Paris
Yeah, I'm off o' the top o' the mental
I don't use a pen and I don't need no pencil
Yeah, I'mma make it happen, I got all the lyrics that the real heads beggin' for

Unh, said I will never be generic 'cos the shit that I be kickin' never regular
Yeah, you know that I'll never be normal
Addressin' 'em formal, you know that Harry Mack tried to warn you
I'm really gon' storm you, I'm hittin' you harder, refusin' to barter

You know that I get bigger and I'm quicker to get larger
I be goin' in deeper
Unh, everything I spit straight ether
Yeah, I'mma get you high like reefer

Unh, I'mma turn you into a believer
Yeah, I keep on spittin' 'til finally my brain is numb
Y'all know I'm hard, like, made o' titanium
Harry Mack, I am never gon' settle

Hard like titanium, hard like the metal
Yeah, but every time that I be rappin'
I don't need titanium 'cos I'mma go platinum
Switchin' up the metal, Harry Mack, I'm in my feels

Matter fact, I'm pullin' out the sword like steel
Schwing! I be ready just to duel!
I'm keepin' my cool, never no fool, I take 'em to school
I'm ready to break all the rules, I'mma do it different

From Harry Mack, y'all had better stay distant
Unh, I be facin' the challenge
Shinin' bright, I'm reflective, I'm metallic
Yeah, and they recognize my flow's hot

Prob'ly am made o' titanium, I'm a robot
Yeah, every time I spit, you know I stay fly
'Bout to stage-dive, they know my brain is the A.I.
I'mma make it happen 'cos I'm always doin' more work

I said, "Don't you have a word, in the orange shirt?"
He was like, “Sure, yeah, I'mma throw a line at you...”
Unh, “Matter fact, H-Mack, man, I wanna hear a lyric about a pineapple!”
Yeah, I'mma get busy, y'all know that it's logical

Somethin' like a pineapple 'cos I'm hella tropical
Why do I say that? Well, 'cos I'm major and I'm hot like a island at the equator!
Bringin' stacks together, gettin' the paper; bringin' stacks together like I'm a stapler
H-Mack, I'm precise like a laser

Whenever I'm rockin', I'm 'bout to shock 'em like a taser
He's tappin' his friend on the chest, like, “Can you believe what he's doin'?”
Man, every time I come off the top, I'mma leave you and your crew in ruin
I'mma come right up off the tip with the word free

And I'm cuttin' through the track like surgery
And somethin' like the clothes behind you in those bins
Every lyric that I kick is dirty
Yeah, H-Mack, I do harm 'cos I'm rare

My homie, he be chillin' with his arm on his chair
Wrapped around, he's lookin' just like this
Can't another rapper really bust like this
Unh, y'all know I'm more than mellow

Unh, Harry Mack, freestyle fellow
Shout to my man, you look like you doin' construction
When rockin' that orange and yellow
What!