Omegle Bars Episode 94 – Clip 1

Shifters, Exotic, White Line

FREESTYLE:

When I be rappin', ay, I'm paintin' a picture
Ay, I throw my shit up in drive, I got my hand on the shifter
Yeah, flow is exotic, ay, I let my light shine
Ay, I drive between 'em, I'm gettin' past 'em, I'm on the white line

Ay, when I be rappin', yeah, paintin' a picture
Ay, I throw my shit up in drive, I got my hand on the shifter
Yeah, flow is exotic, ay, I let my light shine
Yeah, I go between 'em, I get ahead, I'm on the white line

Yeah, I'mma break it down like this; every time I spit, people know that it's live
Ay, first, I had my car up in park; then, I grab the shifter, I put it up in drive
Yeah, y'all know my flows suitable; every time I rhyme, my voice remains musical
Ay, how do I feel about rappers? I'mma shift gears—honestly, I feel neutral!

Yeah, H-Mack nice with the verse, I'mma put a corny emcee in a hearse
Matter fact, I can see 'im in the rear-view 'cos they goin' backwards, got the shifter in reverse
Yeah, y'all know we only goin' forward; yeah, lyrically, I'm never gonna settle
Ay, y'all know I'm really stayin' driven—H-Mack pushin' that pedal to the metal

Uh, y'all know I'm revvin' my engine; ay, all o' my enemies flinchin'
Ay, y'all know I really just brought this; ay, all o' my styles are exotic
Ay, came from a whole nother planet; ay, we make our enemies panic
Ay, when it come to lyrics off the top o' the dome, people know my skillset is gigantic

What, yeah, when I be rappin', I be paintin' a picture
Ay, I throw my shit up in drive, I got my hand on the shifter
All o' my flows are exotic, y'all know I'm lettin' my light shine
I go between 'em, I get ahead, y'all know I drive on them white lines

Yeah, off o' the top, ay, ay, paintin' a picture
Yeah, I throw my shit up in drive, I got my hand on the shifter
Yeah, heh, flow is exotic, y'all know I'm lettin' my light shine
I drive between 'em, I get ahead—one mo' verse, check it out

Uh, uh, H-Mack spittin' somethin' clean
He said, "White line," I said, "Dawg, what you mean?"
He said, "Oh, you know, when you goin' in between...
...When you tryna get ahead 'cos yo' whip real clean...

...When you ain't got time to wait right behind...
...So you know you gotta get there on the white line!"
It's H-Mack, y'all know that I must have two brains
I be on the white line, I'mma make a new lane

Yeah, H-Mack spit it hard, fool; I be goin' too fast, shift to the carpool
Yeah, y'all know I really go the furthest left
H-Mack, 'til my final breath
I'mma keep it in motion, they all overdosin', and y'all know that I came with the styles to devour

And go ahead and look at the number on the dash, I be flowin' two hundred miles per hour
H-Mack, when I blast bars, I go past cars
Matter fact, I'm drivin' fast like it's NASCAR
Uh, drivin' fast like it's Formula One

I torture ya, son, I'm scorchin' it from
The inner with fire, y'all know that I be spittin' it live
I'm gettin' ya high, y'all know that I get what I desire
I be doin' it different, I rock nonstop

Convertible whip, we gon' drop that top

Let's go, off o' the tip, ay, ay, paintin' a picture
Whoa, I throw my shit up in drive, I got my hand on the shifter
Heh, flow is exotic, ay, lettin' my light shine
I go between 'em, I'm gettin' past 'em, y'all know I drive on the white lines
Let's go!

Omegle Bars Episode 94 – Clip 2

Purple, Difficult, Handball

FREESTYLE:

Gettin' loose in the cypher circle
Leave the instrumental bruised, I'mma turn it purple
I'm comin' off the top and I flow like none other
Purple would have to be my favorite color

So you know I represent it, I'm facin' every challenge
I need a lot o' purple all up on my paint palette
Every time I rhyme, y'all know that I spew off the head
I'm formin' purple out the blue and the red

Ayo, combinin' the primary colors for the secondary
Light-years couldn't even measure Harry
My flow is forever scary, I make ya nod your head
Never gonna truly fail, I rap while you do your nails

H-Mack, I come right off the tip o' this
The way that I rhyme for the fans inconspicuous
Uh, I'm the one that they aware o'
You use it on your wrist but it looks like mascara

Yeah, H-Mack, I'mma whip it up quite fast
How could your wrist be growin' a eyelash?
H-Mack, I make it known through the circle of time
I'm out here workin' my rhymes

You hold it up, indeed, and I'm about to make y'all smile
Improvise my lyrics, I came with the freestyle
Y'all know that I'm killin' it, my flow is pivotal
I'm never miserable; to rap like this is quite difficult

Heh, y'all know we never gonna settle
'Cos I'm increasin' the difficulty level
They like, "Damn, he's runnin' through obstacles just like a Charger!"
The lyrical author, my flow is much harder

Than average, I be a savage, this shit ain't easy
These rappers could never please me; my brain, yo, it's a PC
Indeedy; in fact, it's a Apple 'cos I'm Mack
I be snappin' with the raps, y'all get tackled over tracks

I'm givin' ya more, spittin' it raw, y'all can't face this
Shouts to my homie with the braids and the braces
Yeah, y'all know that I be doin' better, this mellow
Fellow rhymes for you in yellow

I break down the outfits that I see on the screen
I'm representin' with unbelievable team
But speakin' of team, I feel like I'm the man, y'all
Maybe I'm the goalkeeper and we playin' handball

Uh, y'all know that I'm a real beat slayer
Shouts out to all five field players
Uh, y'all know I came through to never let the mic slip
Got the special glue for the grip

I'mma hold it, indeed, I throw it through the goal
'Cos every time I rhyme, I'mma elevate your soul
Every time I spit, man, y'all know that I'm flamin'
I didn't know the game, thanks so much for explainin'

Uh, they know Mack'n is a master, y'all
When the mic's in my hand, I'mma have a ball
I get busy off both o' your words
There were two to begin, but in the background, there's a third

How ya doin' back there? I'mma spit it rare!
'Bout another rapper, they know I don't even care
Never will prepare, crackin' like a snare
Lit when I spit in the street like a flare

Uh, killin' it when I be spillin' it live for all my people
Old school like medieval when I'm rockin' on Omegle
Yeah, we keep climbin' 'til we top positionin'
Thanks so much to y'all just for listenin'

And throwin' me the words, flow is so absurd
Y'all know I'mma lift your soul, other rappers miserable
My flow is too difficult for most o' them to master
I ain't never preachin' 'cos the Mack is not the pastor

I be gettin' atcha, bars might catch ya indeed
If y'all want the lyrics, I got what ya need
I do what I feel and I'm ready to bust
Like what you hold in your hand, paint canvas with a brush
Let's go!

Omegle Bars Episode 94 – Clip 3

Basketball, Bench, Stairs

FREESTYLE:

I put in work on the court; ay, ay, I am a master, y'all
Trainin' like I'm Kobe Bryant; ay, ay, this rap shit is basketball
Haters is ridin' the bench; ay, about 'em, we not aware
Ay, I'm doin' good under pressure—I feel the audience, I love their stares

Yeah, I put in work on the court; ay, ay, I am a master, y'all
Trainin' like I'm Kobe Bryant; ay, ay, this rap shit is basketball
Haters is ridin' the bench; ay, about 'em, we not aware
Ay, I'm doin' good under pressure—I feel the audience, I love their stares

Yeah, comin' off o' the top right now; in the studio, it's like I'm on the court
And you know I shoot my shot right now 'cos I treat this rap shit like a sport
Yeah, and y'all know I shoot a high percentage, and if I said it, I meant it
Uh, movin' 'cross the court so fast, they be sayin' my athletic ability stupendous

Yeah, and I put the work in in the gym
Yeah, haters never fuckin' with him
Yeah, they love the way I spew and spray
I feel like Kobe Bryant, I been doin' two-a-days

Uh, I'mma put in twice the input
Yeah, and ya know I always been good
Uh, but I maximize my effort
On the daily so I can get better

Yeah, I'm goin' hard for my people, kickin' these bars on Omegle
For me, this shit, here, is basic—feel like I'm shootin' a free throw
For me, this shit is a layup, y'all know I'm never no punk
Ay, I'm about to flex on y'all, go through the legs, then I hit the three-sixty dunk

Let's go, yeah, I put in work; ay, I am a master, y'all
Ay, trainin' like Kobe Bryant; ay, this rap shit is basketball
Haters is ridin' the bench; ay, about 'em, we not aware
Ay, I'm doin' good under pressure—I feel the audience, I love their stares

Yeah, I put in work on the court; ay, ay, I am a master, y'all
Trainin' like I'm Kobe Bryant; yeah, yeah, this rap shit is basketball
Haters is ridin' the bench; ay, about 'em, yo, we ain't aware
Ay, I'm doin' good under pressure—I feel the audience, I love their stares

Yeah, it's the moment; yeah, only two seconds left on the clock
Yeah, and we down by two points; how we 'bout to make this shit stop?
Damn, I feel the sweat on my forehead 'cos I know they 'bout to pass it to me
Yeah, this is our moment to win, I know I gotta come in clutch with the three

Yeah, this is what it's been buildin' to for a real long time, for my whole life
I know that I gotta shoot the shot right now and I know I gotta make it, man, I gotta do right
I feel all that pressure, and it used to make me feel like I was crippled
Yeah, used to make me feel like a joke, like I was the punchline to the riddle

But now I take that pressure and I breathe it in, inhale greatness
Exhale my mission in life, I was built to take this
I was built to make this; whistle blows, inbound the ball, then they pass to me
Jump off the ground and I shoot the three from the baseline, this is mastery

Let's go, I put in work on the court; ay, I am a master, y'all
Ay, trainin' like I'm Kobe Bryant; yeah, this rap shit is basketball
Haters is ridin' the bench; ay, 'bout 'em, we are not aware
Ay, I'm doin' good under pressure—I feel the audience, I love their stares

Yeah, I put in work on this court; yeah, yeah, I am a master, y'all
Trainin' like I'm Kobe Bryant; ay, rap shit is basketball
Haters is ridin' the bench; about 'em, we are not aware
If b-ball was rhymin', I'd just keep on shinin'; when spittin', I'm climbin' these stairs
Let's go!