Omegle Bars Episode 89 – Clip 1

Beemer, Stranger, Master

FREESTYLE:

Compared to rappers, yo, my flow's much cleaner
I stay driven like I'm all up in a Beemer
And you know I'm never reppin' with no subtle crew
Pull up on y'all in the BMW

Uh, they wanna ride on the curl tide
BMW—bars manifest worldwide
Heh, respell the acronyms right off the tip
Heh, other emcees, they stayin' lost in this

Goin' crazy, rockin' for the dudes and the ladies
If not a Beemer, it's prob'ly Mercedes
Either that or Maserati or the Ferrari
Y'all know all my bars are godly

Are they on my level? Hardly!
They couldn't keep up, I'm 'bout to creep up your spine
Whenever I deliver with the rhyme
Yeah, and y'all know I show I'm 'bout the kid's dreams

In the background, I can see you got the big screen
Uh, I come off top with the verses and the dope hook
Shout my homie with the green notebook
Yeah, grab on the mic, then improvise like I'm Coltrane

For my mane with the gold chain
Yeah, you know I'm ready to blaze ya
I see you got the headphones made by Razer
Uh, y'all know I be runnin' things somethin' like the mayor

I'm the lifesaver
Come back in the game to get it poppin'
When I'm rhymin' off the tip, you know the Mack is never stoppin'
And I got 'em all reactin' every time that I be snappin'

Y'all know that Mack really brought the rhyme passion
Never, ever clashin' with the instrumental
Flowin' right off o' the top o' the dome, my voice is influencial
I'm about to get it done and I make your eyes bulge

Every time I rhyme, I'm nice with the rhyme flow
Yeah, I be reelin' in these lyrics like a angler
All up on Omegle with a stranger
Y'all know that we go against the trends

We startin' out as strangers but we endin' up as friends
I be makin' that connection, y'all know I drop another anthem
Pair up with the strangers that are random
It's H-Mack, I'm expressin' my anger

These rappers steppin' like kids to strangers, they know they in danger
Yeah, I'm 'bout to make sure that they lay flat
Lyrics straight pure and they say Mack
Be one o' the greatest, I'm not related to the cornballs

When I rhyme, I will outperform y'all
Heh, when I be spittin' off top, I cause a disaster
Ay, when it be comin' to lyrics, Mack is master
Ay, y'all know I'm here to make the track melt

I'm masterful, y'all know I earned the black belt
Rhyme degrees, I rhyme with ease
Uh, and I'm crackin' your spine, my G
Ohhh, I got 'im backin' up with his fist up to his mouth, now

And you know what I'm about, now, kickin' it like roundhouse
He can't believe it, tear tracks to pieces
When I release this
Uh, what these other rappers spittin' subtle for?

Ay, right behind you, you got the double doors
Will you choose the door on the right or the door on the left?
Yeah, if you go the left, then you might run out o' breath
If you go the right, then ya never know what ya might have to fight

Yeah, we gon' figure that out tonight
Like a Indiana Jones catastrophe, I'm massively above the average, G
Heh, when it comes to rappin' free, I'm never passive, B
Illest off top is what I have to be

Uh, I'm got 'im smilin', I got 'im bouncin'
'Cos when I'm rhymin', the flow's astoundin'
And y'all know I keep the freestyles phat
On Omegle, it's the Mack, we gon' end it like that
Let's go!

Omegle Bars Episode 89 – Clip 2

Onomatopoeia, Gifted, Elegant

FREESTYLE:

Every microphone is gettin' destroyed
Onomatopoeia 'cos my audience makes noise
H-Mack off the top, man, my verses go beyond the hook
I got the onomatopoeias out the comicbooks

Boom! Bam! Crack! I'm hittin' your dome!
Uh, I do slam with raps, I get in the zone
Yeah, H-Mack comin' off top with multisyllabics
Whenever I be rhymin', people know I'm truly killin' it

Uh, yeah, all up in this game, I'm enlisted
I got it on wrap 'cos my brain is gifted
Yeah, I be flyin' like Prancer
Deliver gifts to my fans like Santa

Uh, compared to them, I got more soul
My lyrics, they be cold like his home in the North Pole
Yeah, and I'mma kill it when I let the verse lay
Gifted like Christmas, yo, I'm gifted like a birthday

Gettin' to the cake, y'all know I do this shit
I can see the poster for Route 66
Right behind your dome, I'm in the zone
When it comes to freestyles, man, my name's well known

I be gifted with the bars, I be gifted with the lyrics
I be gifted from the heart, I be gifted from the spirit
And y'all know when I be spittin', I be rappin' quite hype
Shout to my homie in the sweater with the black 'n white stripes

Uh, I'm comin' off the tip and everyone can feel that
I'm never fake each and every time I deal raps
I call your sweater, they like, "Oh, my god!"
See, this is really off the top without no façade

Bars heavy as a elephant, my name stays relevant
The way that I be dancin' over tracks is so elegant
Yeah, and y'all know it's elementary
My freestyles be spannin' throughout the centuries

Uh, told you that I be the gifted type
Which makes sense, 'cos your room has them Christmas lights
Yeah, the white ones by the ceilin'
Every time I rhyme, I be deep up in my feelin's

My flow is appealin', y'all know I spit the hot flames
"I need words," your homie was like, "Not names!"
Yeah, y'all know I really draw it like I doodled the verse
They typin' in the Google search

For the most creative words they could pull from the internet
When it be comin' to lyrics right off o' the mental, they know that I been a threat
Yeah, y'all can't believe it, rap Jesus
Tear tracks to pieces, game 'bout to need this

He's just way too dope, these rappers can't cope
And over these beats, y'all know Mack is 'bout to float
Always kick it live and I never do no dead raps
You cover your mouth and I'mma make you throw your head back

They can't believe it, it's out o' control
All o' these lyrics fly from my spirit, comin' out o' my soul
Yeah, and I shine bright, never got the dimmest brain
Hoppin' on Omegle for the opp, just to entertain

Yeah, I'm blessed for the opportunity
You and me, puttin' words together so beautifully
Yeah, I won't retire my raps
But I wanna thank y'all for inspirin' that
Let's go!

Omegle Bars Episode 89 – Clip 3

Stativa, Intergalactic, Lithium

FREESTYLE:

Uh, off o' the top, ay, lyrics are crazy-absurd
Ay, gettin' you high like stativa, ay, fuck it, we makin' up words
Ay, my flow is intergalactic, ay, rappers, I'm 'bout to get rid o' them
Ay, I stayed charged up, just like a battery full o' the lithium

Uh, off o' the top, ay, lyrics are crazy-absurd
Ay, I get you high like stativa, ay, fuck it, we makin' up words
Ay, my flow is intergalactic, ay, rappers know I'mma get rid o' them
Ay, I'm stayin' charged up, like a battery full o' the lithium

Off o' the top, I be cuttin' tracks
You were like, "stativa," I said, "What is that?"
Y'all know I'm 'bout to flex with ease
It's like sativa but you add a extra T

Yeah, H-Mack, when I'm spittin' it fly
I'm somethin' like sativa how I'm gettin' you high
'Cos all these other rappers, they be faker than fuck
I'm not no indica, you know my lyrics wakin' ya up

H-Mack, when I'm on it, I'mma make the track melt
When it come to reefer, all o' mine is top-shelf
But I never heard stativa, y'all know we gotta make up new vocabulary
Rappers gettin' mad at Harry

Every time I'm on it, I keep it honest and that much is a promise
I'm so sick that I vomit, I hit your planet like a comet
I be comin' from a whole nother planet
When it come to lyrics, I'm gigantic

Hold up, a whole nother planet when I bring the rap shit?
Well, you could say I'm intergalactic
Yeah, from a whole nother motherfuckin' galaxy
When it come to rhymes, I don't never spit no fallacy

Can't nobody in the fuckin' rap game challenge me
H-Mack spittin' 'til the people acknowledge me
I'm 'bout to get this shit done
I do these verses off the tip o' the tongue

Let's go, yeah, y'all know my shit is crazy-absurd
What, I get you high like stativa, uh, fuck it, we makin' up words
Ay, my flow is intergalactic, ay, rappers know I'mma get rid o' them
Ay, I'm stayin' charged up, like batteries full o' the lithium

Yeah, off o' the top, ay, my shit is crazy-absurd
Ay, I get you high like stativa, yeah, fuck it, we makin' up words
Ay, my flow is intergalactic, ay, rappers know I'm gettin' rid o' them
Ay, I'm stayin' charged up, like battery full o' the lithium

Rappers be gettin' mad at me, but they signal staticky
Y'all know that I'm chargin' up my battery
H-Mack, I'mma do it pure 'n well
Every time I rhyme, I excel, I be charged up like a Duracell

Matter fact, I'm like the Energizer bunny 'cos I keep on goin' 'n goin'
Whenever I'm flowin', I'm gettin' you open
H-Mack, I'mma spit 'til my head hurts
Shouts out to the girl in the red shirt

H-Mack, I be comin' off the top, though
When I rhyme, I'm deliverin' the hot flow
Yeah, and you know I'm 'bout to do it in a free way
And the other homie in the PJs

Speakin' o' PJ, I be fly, somethin' like a private jet
I'm the flyest yet
Yeah, H-Mack really got the craziest raps
Every time that I deliver, I be makin' you laugh

Uh, doin' it different from the rest, puttin' 'em all up to the test
When it be comin' to these rhymes, y'all know I'mma manifest
H-Mack, I'm a different species, best believe me
I'mma make this shit look easy

Uh, all my verses off the top gon' leave 'em shook
That's the end o' verse two, let's go back up to the hook
I said whoa, off o' the top, ay, lyrics is crazy-absurd
Uh, I get you high like stativa, ay, fuck it, we makin' up words

Whoa, my flow is intergalactic, rappers know I'mma get rid o' them
Ay, I'm stayin' charged up, like a battery full o' the lithium
What!