Omegle Bars Episode 81 – Clip 1

Professional, Advantage, Diploma

FREESTYLE:

Yeah, ayo, nod your head
Hold u', yeah, you better nod your head
'Cos when I rhyme, I'm sayin' shit that's not been said
Hold u', Omegle, go on, nod your head

All three people, go on, nod your head
Hold u', yeah, go on, nod your head
When I'm rhymin', I be sayin' shit that's not been said
Every time he rhymes, they know he's absurd

I'm the dude up on Omegle that asks for three words
I'm about to blow your mind when I'm flowin' divine
'Cos when it comes to lyrics, people know I'm one of a kind
I said I'm so impressive, though, I'm fresh with flows

I'm not a amateur with this, I'm a professional
Y'all better know I'm a professional freestyler
And when he's rhymin', they be yellin', "He's wilder!"
I beeline to the nearest mic I can find

Yeah, scientists say that I'm not right in the mind
Well, I'm like, "Whatever y'all say, still I be winnin'...
...I'll accept it if that's your professional opinion!"
It's H-Mack, I'mma drop a rap lecture

Like I was a professional professor
Yeah, professorial with skills I deliver
Right up off the top, I'm sicker
Mind works quicker, how y'all figure?

Rappers like candle light when they flicker
Me, I'm like lighthouse, I'mma knock your lights out
When I be comin' with lyrics right off o' the top, I'm doin' it right now
Yeah, peace to the homie rockin' the stripes now

And the dude that's noddin' in the red T-shirt
My voice is 'bout to be heard, and if you ever kill me, I come back via rebirth
Y'all know I'm here for my folks; every time I rhyme, I'm dope
Spit a lot o' fire, then I turn the mic into smoke

Yeah, and y'all know that all my freestyles are major
I ain't got no time for these professional haters
Swear to god if they ain't hatin', they can't manage
I make 'em disappear and vanish

Takin' over, this the year y'all get chopped like a sandwich
I got that advantage
Yeah, H-Mack, y'all know I'm doin' better
When it comes to freestyles, people recognize I'm clever

And y'know I do these lyrics on my own, dork
Got the advantage like I'm playin' on my home court
So the fans 'bout to cheer for me
Y'all know we will kill it all year, my G

Yeah, ain't nothin' to it; the top, I pursue it
I grab the mic and I spew it, y'all know all my lyrics the truest
I'm never lyin' when I be improvisin', microphone fryin'
Said I kill it every time I'm spittin', ain't no denyin'

Got you smilin', three words, one from each
Yeah, every time I spit, my lyrics out of reach
O' this style, I'm the owner, I'm sick like corona
My lyrics pop up like boners

I put it on ya and I'm 'bout to earn the bonus
Why's that? 'Cos I got the freestyle diploma!
More skills to show ya, H-Mack, I gotta be acknowledged
Got the diploma from rap college

Yeah, and y'all know my lyrics never faulty
I made it too complicated, I coulda done all three
In just one bar, I'mma show you how
All three in one bar with my flowin' style

I told you that Harry Mack's the number-one performer
My professional advantages gon' earn me the diploma
Pow! I'm back once again just to flip it!
Anytime I rhyme, you know my mind gets scientific

Yeah, and y'all know I'm ready just to flip it
Lemme read yo' T-shirt so I can spit it so exquisite
'This guy makes', then what's it say?
And y'all know that Harry Mack just don't play

Okay, I'll rock with yours, too, 'cos y'all know they can't stop it
That's what I'll rock with, I be blastin' off like I'm in a rocket
Yeah, so come and feel it, man, y'all know I get looser
Heh, when it comes to lyrics, y'all know I choose to

Get down with my folks and my lyrics'll reach ya
This guy here be makin' the best pizza
Yeah, I be flowin' fo' sure
It's like they makin' pizzas how they throwin' they dough

But I ain't blowin' stacks on all o' that, I never been a faulty cat
I'm never sellin' out because I'm always Mack
What!

Omegle Bars Episode 81 – Clip 2

Dreamcatcher, Flower Field, Knife

FREESTYLE:

H-Mack, in this rap game, I'm next up
I'm gettin' spiritual, like a dreamcatcher
Y'all better be ready, I'm droppin' it heavy whenever I spit
They all overdosin', I keep it in motion, y'all know that I'm never gon' quit

Hold up, let me flip it backwards when I'm on the scene
Wait just a moment, I'mma show you what I mean
I been workin' real hard for a long time
And finally I'm catchin' up to my dream

Yeah, finally I'm 'bout to make it
Every time I rhyme, yo, my flows so sacred
I be exposed when I'm kickin' my flows
Right now, it's like my whole entire soul is naked

Yeah, I come right off o' the top, they recognize that the flow is hot
Every time that Mack's in the jam, they recognize that he's goin' off
I kill it off o' the tip with no special effects, I ain't needin' no photoshop
Shouts to my girl in the polka dots

Every lyric I kick for the people, they recognize Harry is smokin' hot
Comin' off the tip o' this and y'all know my lyrics, they all so real
I be colder than the fuckin' steel; every time I rhyme, I be gettin' the appeal
Y'all know I'm about to eat these instrumentals like I'm devourin' meals

Matter fact, whenever I be flowin', they be knowin' that I'm growin' kinda like I was a flower field
H-Mack, grab the mic and do this, I be growin' like the roses and tulips
I be growin' like the lilies and poppies; when it comes to rhymes, they can't really stop me
All these rappers actin' silly, get off me, and I'm worth more than a milli most prob'ly

Matter fact, I wake you up first thing in the morning, kinda like a cup o' the coffee
Or a shot o' the espresso; am I the illest? Well, yo, I guess so!
H-Mack jottin' the rappin' manifesto, test foes
Every time they step, I bring all that off-the-head flair

Shout to my homie who be sittin' in the red chair
Yeah, I grab the mic and it's understood
She's like, "Yo, why in the hell is your fuckin' mic and your camera so damn good?"
Huh, I be makin' that content

Mack blowin' up kinda like I was a bomb threat
Every time I get the mic, you know I keep it honest
Catchin' up with the beat every time I spill this
Anytime I'm rappin' for the people, I'm the realest

Wack shit 'bout to get abolished, droppin' more knowledge
And y'all know I be gettin' to green, kinda like the color of your nail polish
Check the way I break it down, livin' my life
Rappers claim they dope—psych!

From a distance, I'm about to strike
Darts from the heart, they be sharp like a knife
Yeah, throwin' lyrics sharp like a blade
Every time that we spit, we get paid

When I be rappin', A+ is my grade
I'm sippin' lemonade under the shade
I'm gettin' paper forever, it's nothin', these rappers is bluffin'
I'm causin' concussion, my tongue like a knife when it's cuttin'

Y'all know that the cloud nine what I'm up in
Yeah, wild rhymes cause destruction
Proud o' mine 'cos I'm bustin' somethin' much different
These rappers be keepin' a distance, you know that I'm way too persistent

Speakin' o' flower fields, I can see 'em all up on the wall right behind your head
You got the flower field all up on your wallpaper; y'all know I'm growin', never dead
I be flowin' off the tip o' this whenever I get down
I be comin' off the mental with the cleverest sound

And I'm lastin' forever right now
H-Mack gettin' hella nasty on beats
Hold up, wait a minute, now, let me pause that beat
I'mma kill it a cappella when I spill it off the tip

When it come to freestyles, yo, the Mack don't slip
I be comin' off the top o' this and bringin' that passion
Every time you hear a bar, you start laughin'
H-Mack, I really came to work the mic

Right behind, you got the aqua and purple light
I be gettin' down every time I'm on it, better try again
Plus I can see that you got the pink violin
H-Mack goin' in, pluckin' the strings

It's nothin' to sting these rappers like a hornet
For my dope performance; this, here, is only a warnin'
Harry Mack, I be killin' it, I never be corny, they couldn't storm me
When I'm on it; put your hands to your mouth

Like you sayin' a prayer, understandin' me now
Yeah, when I'm on it, man, you know they can't control me
Sayin' a prayer 'cos my lyrics so holy
I'mma make you crack up, I be goin' wild

Every time they listen to a dope freestyle
Feel like I accomplished my one and only
Mission 'cos I'm rhymin' to make you smile
What!

Omegle Bars Episode 81 – Clip 3

Prison, Takeaway, Celebrate, War, Gangsters

FREESTYLE:

Off o' the top, I be raw when I'm spittin'
Y'all know the Mack goin' hard with his vision
Every time that I spit for the people up here on Omegle, got bars like a prison
Yeah, come off the tip o' the mental, y'all know that I'm raisin' that hell

When I be rappin', I'm doin' too well, y'all know I'm ready to break out the cell
Break out the prison that lives in my mind
Break out the prison o' that insecurity
Break out the prison and come with the purity

'Bout to kill the whole game, do it certainly
Y'all know I'm cuttin' up tracks like it's surgery
I got the fans, heard o' me way out in Germany
Yeah, y'all know I rip it 'n slaughter

Spit so much, he be sippin' the water
Like, "Damn, I ain't tryna violate...
...But right now, dawg, I gotta hydrate!"
I be comin' off the tip o' the brain, though

Every time I rhyme, I deliver an insane flow
I'mma put it down for y'all 'cos you know these other rappers spit fake for days
Matter fact, I'mma serve y'all, kinda like a meal when you order takeaway
H-Mack, I'mma make it happen and y'all know that I do it unrehearsed

Now, hold up, what's the biggest takeaway that these rappers could get from my verse?
Well, the biggest takeaway? That they gotta practice!
'Cos when I be rhymin' off the top, I be a savage
Every time I rhyme, man, you know I keep my mind cocked

Matter fact, when I be spittin', he be doin' gunshots
Yeah, I'mma shoot my shot in the game
'Cos my lyrics, they be truly hot and insane
Shouts to my man, yo, you know this bloke

Be blowin' out smoke
I leave ya provoked, he be hittin' on the vape
Every time I be rhymin', I'm about to create
I kill it, no debate, he be blowin' out the Os

Every time that I be rhymin' frozen cold
Yeah, do it much better, y'all know that I'm clever, I'm lastin' forever, they feelin' the bars
When I be rhymin' for all o' my people, my timin' is perfect, I'm goin' in hard
I make you dance; other emcees, they don't stand a chance

Matter fact, I'mma make 'em start at the top, then fall to the bottom like a avalanche
I'mma do better each and every time that I create
And any rapper steppin' to me, I annihilate
I make 'im run away, I'm 'bout to make 'im hibernate

They 'bout to leave from our society and isolate
I'm 'bout to do it so much better when I elevate
They hear, like, one or maybe two bars, they can tell I'm great
Push the pedal to the metal, then accelerate

I'm at a level where the game just has to celebrate
They be celebratin', kinda like they smokin'
They be celebratin', kinda like they drinkin'
I don't never write it down ahead o' time, I just spit the shit that I'm thinkin'

Other rappers, I'm about to shrink 'em down 'til they ain't really nothin'
If you think you all up on the level o' the Mack'n, I can tell already that you're bluffin'
Crushin' rappers every time I rhyme, I explore
Yeah, not rockin' camo but loaded with ammo, I take 'em to war

Yeah, rappers is runnin' to tattle, take 'em to war, I'm winnin' the battle
And I got props down in LA, plus I get props up in Seattle
And I get props way out there in the UK 'cos all my lyrics are slime
I'm about to hit you with the UK grime

Every time I rhyme, I have a good time
H-Mack comin' off the top in my prime
Y'all know all o' my lyrics divine
Shout to my man who be blowin' out smoke Os

When I rhyme, I'mma make the game hopeful
And ya know I blow your mind with the dope flow
And I'm goin' places where these rappers don't go
And y'all know when I'm comin' with the sound, other rappers clowns, somethin' like Bozo

I make you move with the blue vape
When it come to lyrics, homie, I be too great
H-Mack, I'mma spit it in a new way
Matter fact, I'm over heads like a toupée

And I serve 'em up, somethin' like a soufflée
Man, ya know I serve 'em up like a filet all up in a new way
Gettin' all those views up on YouTube, I make those moves, I go hard
Leave you scarred, people know who we are

I don't give a fuck about your clothes or fancy-ass cars
Yeah, every time I rhyme, you know I'm gon' rise above
I'm not a gangster but the Mack'n is a gangster o' love
And I'm reppin' for my team, my clique, my crew and my gang

Every time I hear the beat, I'm straight-up doin' my thang
Shout to my homie in the UK bringin' that grime
Off o' the top, an incredible mind
Ready to shine, doin' it better

Off o' the tip, I be way too clever
What!