Omegle Bars Episode 55 – Clip 1

Potato, Twitter, Cup

FREESTYLE:

All o' my lyrics are fatal, rappers should probably lay low
When it be comin' to kickin' the verse, I build mine from the dirt like potatoes
uh, I'm goin' in, uh, y'all know I always been this guy
uh, y'all know I'm takin' these rappers and turnin' 'em into some French fries

Yeah, I'm doin' me, uh, killin' the game for goodness's sake
I keep it real and I never been fake; potatoes out oven, these beats gettin' baked
uh, Mack, I go in it to win it, y'all know I come with the verse in style
uh, shouts to potatoes, that is a food that is so versatile

uh, y'all know we 'bout to bring the cash in
Shout to my man with the LEDs flashin'
H-Mack, man, I never spit the dead stuff
I told you that you got a bomb setup

Yeah, I'm about to do it like none other
You hit the button, then you got the lights changin' colors
Mack, when I'm on it, I'm about to get the reward
Lights goin' crazy on wall and the keyboard

Yeah, and you know I be spittin' it hype
I said, "Dawg, you got a pretty sick mic!"
Yeah, when I'm on it, I be dominant
I was like, "Dude, it's dope, just take the compliment!"

I be comin' off the top 'cos there ain't nobody like me
I'mma just do it like NIKE
Yeah, I see that all up on your sweatshirt
Rappers steppin' up to Harry Mack is 'bout to get hurt

Microphone, I'm controllin' it
And I could tell that you're mouthin', "Holy shit!"
I'm about to do my thing and these rappers get bitter
I get bigger from the post up on Twitter

uh, I get fly in the place
And I seen the flag for Ohio State
H-Mack, every time I'm on it, never been a wack clown
I'm about to push emcees to the background

I be blowin' your mind when flowin' divine, I'm really goin' in
Every time I rhyme, I'mma win
I'm about to make your head spin like merry-go
Spread like venereal when Harry flow

uh, I'mma get across the planet, all my lyrics are gigantic
Make you panic when I'm on it, it gets frantic
Man, I take it to the highest place all up in the game
Rappers 'bout to run and hibernate, man, my shit's insane

Do what I feel and you know that I embarrass ya
Can't write my flows in 140 characters
Yeah, it's too big for a tweet
uh, H-Mack gettin' sick on the beat

uh, all o' my lyrics are vital
I post it on Twitter, it's 'bout to go viral
And everyone knowin' H-Mack is a bigger threat
I'm 'bout to be seen across the whole internet

Yeah, I'm 'bout to get it, yup
uh, that much is guaranteed
uh, when I be finished, yup
uh, rappers need therapy

Come off the top and these rappers get stuck
uh, I need some drank in my cup
Yeah, y'all know we fillin' it up
Beats and verses, we killin' that stuff

uh, y'all know I'm ready to smash
Shouts to the cup but I need a glass
Why? 'Cos it's about to get smashed!
Pick up the shard, then I'm cuttin' your ass

uh, Mack, when I'm on it, man, I make ya relax
Like ya got the Cabernet in the wine glass
uh, heh, every time I grip up on the mic, you know I smash, I'mma get my cash
uh, H-Mack, y'all know I can do it high or sober

Yeah, I kill this shit, that's why my cup runneth over
uh, everything I do is way too gigantic
My videos like World Cup, watched around the planet
uh, and y'all know we goin' in

Any competition, Harry Mack is really 'bout to win
Pullin' mics up out my cupboard, Harry Mack flowin' divine
Every time I hop on Omegle to rhyme
Man, y'know the kid is blowin' yo' mind
Let's go!

Omegle Bars Episode 55 – Clip 2

Eiffel Tower, Baguette, Trumpet

FREESTYLE:

I got the flows that they cherish, other rappers should be embarrassed
I'm hangin' by the Eiffel Tower, took a trip out to Paris
uh, steppin' up to me, they don't stand a chance
'Cos my fans span from the U.S. out to France

Yeah, I kill it casual, my moves are so tactical
They bump me out in Paris, France, I'm so international
uh, thinkin' you better than Mack, that ain't common sense
When I die, they'll build a Eiffel Tower, make me a monument

Yeah, y'all know my flow so texturized
Like the Eiffel Tower, I'm globally recognized
Yeah, and y'all know I'm out here rappin'
I got your body movin' like the flag steady flappin'

At the top o' Eiffel, I'm bustin' off the top like rifle
Yeah, I been killin' it since second-grade recital
uh, I'm in the session straight-up bangin' with the noise
I said, "What's goin' on?"
They said, "Hangin' with the boys!"

Yeah, all up out the area I'm runnin' ya
Peace to all the homies who be chillin' in Colombia
I'm 'bout to make it thunder, bruh
Y'all know that I'm 'bout to spit it raw

It's Mack, I really kill this with no flaw
Yeah, I'm doin' me off the top, spittin' it fluidly, yes, it's true indeed
Ain't nothin' that these other rappers really do to me
uh, they steppin' stupidly so I gotta put 'em all back in they place

uh, kick raps all out o' my face, no disgrace, y'all get laced
Harry Mack ain't been a drag yet
Ayo, I'm gettin' to the bread, baguettes
uh, y'all love the way that I be shinin'

I need them big baguettes, I'm talkin' 'bout diamonds
Then again, who am I kiddin' or foolin', G?
'Cos I look hella foolish rockin' shiny jewelry
I gotta keep it true to me, that's a fact, though

Ayo, I'm comin' right off o' the top with the rap flow
I get the baguettes, hold up, wait, that's French bread
I bring it back to Eiffel Tower when I spit it off the head
uh, bread and butter, my bread and butter is flippin' flows

Yeah, leave a permanent imprint, they can't get rid o' those
Eatin' these rappers up like crumpets
When I'm improvisin', I feel like Miles Davis on the trumpet
Yeah, so please prepare; H-Mack, check how long I last

I'mma grip up on the trumpet, then I improvise some jazz
Yeah, and I keep the speakers blarin'
Damn, that's a dope shirt, art by Keith Haring
Yeah, I come right off the top, y'all know I got mellow plans

I can see the pink background with the yellow man
Jumpin', it's nothin', y'all know I never fail
Pink background, pink cap, and a pink whale
On your phone case, pink everywhere across the screen

I see pink in three places at once, it's a theme
I been killin' mics from the start
I am not a actor playin' no part
On your shirt, you got the heart with the eyes, I see from my heart

They idolize how I do this raw emceein' art
I take to skies, I be liftin' off, they be filmin' on they phones
Every time that I'm rappin', you know that I'm goin' so deep in the zone
Can't leave it alone, y'all know I'm eatin' a rapper's dome just like it's a scone

From out o' the bakery
Never once have I been a fake emcee
It's taken me too long to get my point across in the industry
So I hop on Omegle and do it instantly

I'm blessed to be goin' wild in the place
From LA to Colombia, puttin' smiles on they face
Let's go!

Omegle Bars Episode 55 – Clip 3

Monster, Balls, Crystal, Toes

FREESTYLE:

I get started, I don't hesitate to put this on ya
I'm scarin' emcees, I'm a freakin' monster
H-Mack, I'm different, I'm bringin' the remedies
I'm quick to wake you up like you sippin' Monster Energy

uh, I spit it sweeter than a cookie, fam
I be scarin' all these mo'fuckers like the boogeyman
They think they on my level, they don't come close
If I wasn't a monster, then I guess I'm a ghost

Then again, nah, 'cos I gotta survive
I couldn't really be a ghost when I spit this live
H-Mack, y'all know that it's the foulest scene
It's October, it's gettin' close to Halloween

So we gotta rap about it when on this shit
Ayo, these lyrics I'm deliverin' are monsterous
uh, and y'all know that we be gettin' to the mean cash
Scarin' rappers, woulda thought I had a Halloween mask

uh, ayo, I'm doin' it different
And when it comes to kickin' lyrics, I be way too persistent
Yeah, these rappers lame, uh, these rappers fake, y'all
So if they steppin' up to me, yo, that takes balls

H-Mack, man, you know that I'm arousin'
The crowd when I'm kickin' all the lyrics that's astoundin'
I'm spittin' on the corner, party people are surroundin'
Lyrics like a basketball, that's the way they bouncin'

Over instrumentals while I dribble with saliva
Compared to all my competitors, I be gettin' liver
Kick it like a soccer ball, swing like a golf ball
Knock it out the park, my lyric is too evolved, y'all

uh, y'all know I spit it with flair
I work hard, yo, I keep a lot o' balls in the air
H-Mack, man, I'm goin' over heads like a bald spot
And I was killin' mics since before my balls dropped

uh, pay attention, y'all know I spit exclusively
That's right, I was rhymin' even pre-puberty
uh, and back then, I would get punked
With the prepubescent voice, rappin' like a chipmunk

High pitch, yo, I switch, Harry Mack, I ride this
All up on the mic swift, ain't nobody like this
Yeah, you know my lyrics top choice
They like, "For real, yo, he switched to a high-pitched voice!"

I'mma make it happen every single time that I get hype
Shout the girl in the background with the red and white stripes
H-Mack, I'm doin' it, can't play with the sound
I said, "What y'all doin'?"
They said, "We just layin' around!"

I spit with passion, takin' action, I'm never clashin'
When I call out what you wearin', yo, I got you laughin'
Yeah, it's Harry Mack; my flow, they can't erase this
Wait, you got a red shirt and a red bracelet?

You got it matched together, I rap forever
Every time I kick a lyric over tracks, it's clever
Yeah, I do it for y'all, I'm spittin' this 'mistle'
Every time I'm rhymin', I be shinin' like crystals
Yeah, it's Harry Mack, they love how I'm rhymin'
I be shinin' like the crystals or I'm shinin' like diamonds

Yeah, you said crystals, it makes sense, I'mma wreck this
Can tell you like shiny things just by yo' necklace
Yeah, and if they steppin' incorrect, they gon' get hurt
You got the shiny necklace over top the gray sweatshirt

What was the last word? Pretty sure you said it was feet!
Is that right? H-Mack, I kick flows!
Feel it from your head all the way down to your toes
H-Mack, y'all know that I can't even front

When I rhyme, go, like, a thousand feet at once
I'm spannin' for miles, y'all know they 'bout to need a long-ass ruler
To measure me 'cos I'm cooler

It's H-Mack, I spit it with the craziest flair
Yo, the whole time I been rappin', you been playin' with you hair
Let's go!

Omegle Bars Episode 55 – Clip 4

Firetruck, Surf, Walmart

FREESTYLE:

All o' these rappers, they know that I'm ill, I got the flavors they crave
Ooh, all o' these rappers be tryin' to surf, they wanna ride on my wave, ride on my wave
uh, every time that I'm spittin', y'all know that I'm vital
Ay, shouts out to big-ass waves, ay, I'm goin' viral on Tidal

Ay, y'all know I hit you just like a tsunami
It's Harry Mack, I got flavor like umami
I told you I'm killin' shit, word to my mommy
And y'all know I'm grabbin' the mic with the bomb frees

I come off the tip o' this, bars are ridiculous, everyone duckin' too low
Ay, word to the ocean waves motherfuckers surfin' on, y'all know Harry Mack got the flow
Ay, come off the tip and I'm makin' rappers panic
I be goin' deep, kinda like the oceanic

I be runnin' frantic, ain't really a challenge
Like I'm on a surfboard how I keep my balance
Yeah, y'all know that I'm droppin' hella facts
Smooth like a surfboard when it got the wax

H-Mack, y'all know I'm 'bout to play my part
Scare y'all like a surfer when they see a shark
H-Mack, y'all know I came through to rap
I'mma scare you dead like a shark attack

Anytime I'm rhymin', they know I'm about to win
I'mma crack the surface kinda like a shark fin
I never fail, these rappers be havin' to bail, they jump off they surfboards
They know I'm king, I'm out here doin' my thing, call me the verse lord

I break it down, people be lovin' the sound, y'all know we out here gettin' paid
Kinda like the glasses you got up on your face, Harry Mack is out here throwin' rappers shade
Yeah, I'mma do it kinda like this every time I rhyme, other rappers got beef
Shouts to the homie who be reppin' in the bucket hat, I'mma get you higher than the pot leaves

Yeah, Mack, I be callin' what I'm seein'
Never write it down 'cos I'd rather be freein'
uh, they ain't in the same zone he's in
Ooh, lyrics so cold they freezin'

uh, wait, then again... every time I rhyme, I be rockin' shit
I don't wanna say that my lyrics is freezin', I would rather hit you with the opposite
Now, you might wonder why I don't really wanna be frozen
See, rather than that, I would rather be hot, man, I think that the flames should be chosen

See, if I go to the flames and the fire and blaze up your entire stuff
Well, that would give me a nice transition to start rappin' 'bout fire trucks
I'm goin' in, I got emcees flinchin'
Better call me in like a fire engine

Harry Mack, y'all know I get live when cypherin'
I get wet like a fire hydrant
Ay, I spit the cleanest raps
I can tell you dig it 'cos you leanin' back

Harry Mack, y'all know that they want mo'
Had you leanin' back, you was straight-up horizontal
uh, y'all know I'm doin' all the shit that these other rappers cannot do
Ay, rappers is fake as fuck, I'm 'bout to wake 'em up, kinda like your Mtn Dew

Yeah, Mack, when I'm doin' what I feel, I'mma put my words together in a hurry
uh, spit so fast that it's blurry, shout to the homie in the cap that's furry
Ay, Mack goin' off, I'm 'bout to win
I'm 'bout to show them all once again

We had surfin', then we had fire truck
Harry Mack, man, you know that I'm high as fuck
I be tryin' to remember what the third word was
Someone hit me so I can just bust

["Walmart!"]
That's right, I'm smart
Matter fact, rappers corporate like Walmart
Harry Mack, I'mma break you off with more

I be hard to the core, word to Walmart stores
But then again, every time I rhyme off the brain
I ain't Walmart 'cos I stay off the chain
Yeah, I ain't a chain, I'm one o' one

When it comes to rhymin', Harry Mack gon' get it done
Yeah, y'all know I flow how I'm s'pposed to be
uh, they hit up Walmart for groceries
uh, grip on the mic and I spark it

I'm never at Walmart, I'm hittin' the Target
Yeah, breakin' down names o' the shoppin' centers
Got the hottest embers, they will not remember
Any other rapper, I'mma smother rappers

I be underground, I'm a undercover rapper
I black out whenever I'm spittin'
Harry Mack off top, his freestylin' sounds written
Let's go!