Omegle Bars Episode 7 – Clip 1

Comedy, College, Nicotine

FREESTYLE:

Yeah, most these rappers just some wannabes  
When they spit, they got me laughin’ like it’s comedy  
I’m droppin’ knowledge like college, I’m the sickest fiend  
All my lyrics be addictive like the nicotine  

Yeah, I said these rappers just some wannabes  
When they rappin’, I be laughin’, call that comedy  
I’m droppin’ knowledge like it’s college, I’m the sickest fiend  
All my lyrics be addictive like the nicotine  

Uh, yeah, spittin’ with passion, me and these rappers are clashin’  
They way too focused on fashion, when they be spittin’, it’s comedy, laughin’  
Yeah, y’all must be jokin’, I’m ’bout to leave ’em all broken  
When I be rhymin’, I’m gettin’ ya high, kinda like nicotine-smokin’  

Mack in the mix, uh, breakin’ you off with a fix  
Uh, uh, y’all know I’m ready  
Ay, all o’ my lyrics are heavy, droppin’ it deadly  
You know I’ma kill ’em whenever I be lyrically spillin’  
Y’all know I’ma get to drillin’  

My name in your mental, my flow is essential  
I do it like this for my people, they call me the number-one rhymer  
I’m stretchin’ out here from California all the way North Carolina  

We in the mix, we spannin’ the country  
You know I’m smokin’, I’m hungry  
I guess I got me the munchies  
All o’ my lyrics is thundery  

I’m ’bout to storm, my word is born right off the top o’ the brain  
Uh, every time I’m in the session, y’all know I’m lobbin’ the flames  
Yeah, Harry Mack, you know I do it like this  
Ayo, we ’bout to bring the chorus all back in the mix  

I said, look, ay, ay, all these rappers wannabes  
When they rappin’, I be laughin’, call that comedy  
Droppin’ knowledge like it’s college, I’m the sickest fiend  
All my lyrics be addictive like the nicotine  

When they rappin’, I be laughin’, it’s so comical  
I be goin’ places where these other rappers wanna go  
Never smokin’ nicotine, I’m smokin’ marijuana though  
Yeah, I smoke it, ease my stress, it gets me through the drama, bro  

Ay, ay, y’all know my lyrics sound polished  
I said I’m droppin’ knowledge just like a professor from college  
I just said I kick a rapper’s ass, he ain’t gettin’ no pass  
He’s about to get the F- in my college class  

C’mon, ayo, I’m about to hit you with the PowerPoint  
Eatin’ through these tracks, y’all know Harry gon’ devour joints  
Uh, yeah, y’all know I’ma really press a bigger threat  
Uh, more addictive than the nicotine in cigarettes  

Ay, H-Mack, I put it down, get it done  
I said I kill ’em like the cigarettes that’s all in they lungs  
I said I’m really ’bout to plunge, I control, press a threat  
I smoke so many mics, I gotta hold ’em to the hole in my neck  

I said I’m on another plane, man, I’m droppin’ these stanzas  
I’m like nicotine, I’m ’bout to give ’em lung cancer  
Mack up on another plane, they lovin’ the shit I’m creatin’  
Ain’t no debatin’, peace to my homie in North Carolina who’s steadily vapin’  

Y’all know I come off the top o’ this when I be doin’ the shit that I’m feelin’  
Ay, little did you know, dawg, I’m one in a million  
Yeah, it’s crazy when you run into my kind o’ people  
When you expectin’ random strangers all up here on Omegle  

So let’s go, ay, rappers got me laughin’, they some wannabes  
Said when they rappin’, I be laughin’, call it comedy  
I’m droppin’ knowledge like it’s college on the sickest scene  
All my lyrics be addictive like the nicotine  

Let’s go!

Omegle Bars Episode 7 – Clip 2

Betrayal, Pain, Love

FREESTYLE:

Ayo, life has ups and downs, what can I say, bro?  
Right now, I’m tryin’ to cope with betrayal  
Yo, I thought she believed in me  
I never once thought that she would be leavin’ me  

God damn, she left up out o’ my life  
And that’s the same girl I figured I’d make my wife  
For real, pain, I got that and it lingers  
Uh, I thought that I would put a ring on her finger  

I guess that’s how it goes, she’s interruptin’ all my flows  
She’s the girl that was chose’, I thought I would give her rose  
But she’s really been exposed, now I see her true heart  
Uh, so I got to express it through this true art  

Dealin’ with pain, the P-A-I-N  
She used to be my lover, not even my friend  
She’s out the door, ayo, I wanna bring her back now  
I used to be dope, but now I got a wack style  

I used to have hope, but it seems it’s gone now  
Uh, I’m so surprised how it’s gone down  
Ain’t it crazy when you think that you together  
Forever? Impossible to cut like leather  

She filled me up with pleasure but now I only feel the darkness  
I’m lookin’ for some weed, gotta spark this  
Uh, I’m tryna do my thing, yes, it’s true  
To heal my pain, I should prob’ly be drinkin’ like you  

Yeah, matter fact, hold up, my man  
Through this Omegle screen, can you pass that can?  
I be reachin’ out now tryna grab it out your hand  
’Cos the way it went down, yo, that was not my plan  

Aw, shit, I gotta find a way to rise above  
Fuck the bullshit, I’m ’bout to focus on the love  
I gotta find a way to open up my heart  
Maybe I can get back to love through freestyle arts  

Yeah, ayo, maybe it’s time to get more strong  
Maybe it’s time for me to really move on  
Hold up, I’m ’bout to kick some rhymes out my ass  
Yeah, just so I can let go o’ the darkness in my past  

We gettin’ stronger, ayo, we turnin’ the page  
It’s time for another chapter, I let go o’ the rage  
Yeah, uh, and y’all know we rise above  
Go from betrayal to pain, then we elevate to love  

Let’s go!

Omegle Bars Episode 7 – Clip 3

Wine, Hot, Flags

FREESTYLE:

I’m off-top when I’m spittin’ them rhymes  
Got you relaxin’ like you sippin’ some wine  
Yeah, no doubt, y’all know I’m ’bout to do it  
Pull the cork out, then we be sippin’ on the fluid  

Let’s go, uh, I’m spittin’ tight off the head  
Only question is, do you like the white or the red?  
Either that or the middle ground, sippin’ the rosé  
I told ’im I could spit, at first he was like, “No way!”  

Now I’m ’bout to prove it, got ’im noddin’ his head  
I could be chillin’ on the couch, I’m out here rockin’ instead  
I’m doin’ what I’m feelin’, man, you know I’m hella prime when I smash  
And my homie sippin’ out the wine glass  

Let’s get it when I come with these lyrics off the top  
Like the surface o’ the sun, ’cause my flow is way too hot  
Yeah, ayo, y’all know that I’m really ’bout to scold ya  
I told ya, my flow is even hotter than the solar  

Uh, I’m like the sun in the sky, clear it out like Drano  
I’m hot like a fuckin’ volcano  
I’m comin’ with the heat, I’ma run it with ease  
I said I’m hot like summer days that’s a hundred degrees  

Let’s get it, uh, ayo, these rappers feelin’ threatened  
Better bet I’m spittin’ hot, I got these rappers sweatin’  
Yeah, they be perspiratin’ from the way I’m innovatin’  
Live off-the-top creatin’  

No debatin’, no more waitin’, I will deliver  
I said I’m hot, homie, I’m the opposite o’ shivers  
Yeah, I put it down for all my people watchin’  
Before you step to me, you best proceed with caution  

Oh no, it seems this session wasn’t chosen  
’Cause right now my man is straight frozen  
Can you still hear me? I’m righteous with the raps!  
If you still listenin’, then type up in the chat  

I think it might be frozen, I think it might be done  
Oh well, that was an incredible run  
Hold up, ayo, I’m off the top, spittin’ it clear  
I’m about to pause my fuckin’ instrumental right here  

Let’s go!

Omegle Bars Episode 7 – Clip 4

Pineapple, Train, Pasta

FREESTYLE:

Ay, you better stand back ’cause when I rap  
Man, I really let my rhymes smack you  
I get loose, got more juice than a pineapple  
Uh, come right off the top with the sound  

Feelin’ like a pineapple, how I grow from the ground  
Built this shit up from the dirt  
Uh, y’all know that I’m so loose  
I be bringin’ mo’ juice than your favorite produce  

Uh, there is not another rapper like me  
My brain sharp like a pineapple, how it’s spiky  
Yeah, I get loose  
Uh, y’all know what it is  

Uh, all these other rappers  
Uh, better mind they biz  
Uh, flowin’ off the brain  
Uh, fill ’em up with pain  

Uh, I’ma stick to the track like a fuckin’ train  
C’mon, ah, spit at these rappers, I got ’em all flinchin’  
I’m at the front, man, I feel like the engine  
All of these rappers, they play the caboose  

Told you, like pineapple, I bring the juice  
I’m gettin’ loose up in the session, I teach you a lesson  
When it be comin’ to lyrics right off o’ the top o’ the brain  
I’m oh-so impressin’  

Uh, do what I’m feelin’, you know that I’m killin’  
Ill styles I brung out  
When he be feelin’ the lyrics I’m kickin’  
He sticks his tongue out  

Mack all up on it, there’s no way to get rid o’ me  
I’m tappin’ in live with my fans out in Italy  
Uh, you know you need this  
I be the rap Jesus  

I get hype all night, earn stripes just like Adidas  
Callin’ out your T-shirt, check how I perform  
Omegle brand match your T-shirt, they both orange  
He holds it up right now  

Uh, I be standin’ all up in the session  
And your vibe, I be enhancin’  
Put it down for all my people  
Y’all know I’ma rock ya  

Uh, we out in Italy, we munchin’ on some pasta  
Uh, y’all know they call me the boss  
Steppin’ to me, you’ll be takin’ a loss  
Kinda like marinara on the pasta  

How I got that sauce  
Uh, come off the top with the best flows  
Emcees, man, I’m really ’bout to test those  
When it come to lyricism, they don’t get close  

Matter fact, I got flavor like pesto  
Come right up off the tip  
Uh, meatball marinara  
I care a lot about real hip hop  

That’s why I drop it hot when I’m off the top  
I be lobbin’ thoughts  
At anybody listenin’, change your positionin’  
I be colder than frigid wind  

Uh, I’m all up in it, y’all know I’ma spit again  
Yeah, they understandin’ me now  
He hears me spit, then he liftin’ his hand to his mouth  
Yeah, Mack all up on it, I’m spittin’ with a passion  

And when I call him out  
You know I got my mans laughin’  

Let’s go!

Omegle Bars Episode 7 – Clip 5

Drink, Gum, Bottle

FREESTYLE:

I don’t hesitate, I just spit what I think  
Got you relaxin’ kinda like you sippin’ a drink  
Yeah, and you know I be rhymin’ too fast  
Peace to my homie with red wine in the glass  

Yeah, I’m in the illest zone  
He had to take a moment just to film on his phone  
Now we right here, you know I’ma do work  
He be sippin’ red wine, chillin’ in the blue shirt  

Come right off the tip, I got him goin’ dumb  
Spittin’ ’til your ears are numb, chewin’ mics like some gum  
Yeah, and you know that I do it vicious  
Chewin’ on you rappers like the Bubblicious  

Uh, double the trouble, double the fun  
Chewin’ on these beats like some Doublemint gum  
C’mon, I be sick when I spit off the head  
Yeah, I got cinnamon flavor just like Big Red  

I be comin’ through properly, never spit a flow that’s subtle  
Matter fact, y’all some little kids, y’all be blowin’ bubbles  
Chewin’ on your gum on the schoolyard  
Uh, when I kick my lyrics, they be too hard  

They be like, “Harry Mack, dawg, we fuckin’ wit’ you!”  
I step on rappers, they like gum, now they stuck to my shoe  
C’mon, I got ’em flippin’ when I’m rippin’, that’s for certain  
They like, “Harry Mack, we heard ’im, all them rappers he be hurtin’!”  

Let’s go, I’m off the top and I be a role model  
When I pop the cork, I’ma sip the whole bottle  
Yeah, and you know that my lyrics are more true  
That hardcore dude twisted up like a corkscrew  

Yeah, comin’ off the tip of this, it’s quite ridiculous  
Y’all know that I do that, they be cheap like screw cap  
Uh, Harry Mack, I’m like red wine that’s vintage  
If I said it is stupendous, better trust I meant it  

Yeah, ayo, it’s heaven-sent, kid, when I get down for your ears  
He be liftin’ up the glass like, “Cheers!”  
C’mon, I do my thing and I’m stayin’ on the clean route  
Peace to my homie who be lampin’ on the green couch  

Yeah, we done connected from a distance  
And in this instance, y’all know I spit it with persistence  
I got ’im noddin’ his head, passion, it is clear  
Me and my new homie, we be matchin’ with our beards  

Yeah, rappers are in trouble, do it on the double  
Said I’m growin’ like a beard, yeah, I’m growin’ like the stubble  
Nothin’ subtle when I’m wilin’, y’all know I’m hit-freestylin’  
Yeah, I’m so blessed to have my homie smilin’  

Let’s go!