Omegle Bars Episode 62 – Clip 1

Dome, Tapas, Arctic

FREESTYLE:

uh, I be comin' off top with the poems
I do my lyrics off the top o' the dome
Yeah, and y'all know I came to rock ya
Cold like the arctic, eatin' beats like tapas

uh, check the way I do it, my flow is absurd
I'm puttin' songs together off o' three random words
Everybody understands what Mack is about
I make you go, "Wooo," then cover up your mouth

Unbelievable; for these freestyles, they gon' beg us
I got you trippin' like Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
H-Mack, y'all know I'm the opposite o' sober
Get you fucked up; next day, you'll have the hangover

Yeah, y'all know these rappers just some poseurs
Do a whole verse off what I see on your posters
uh, every time I rhyme, I'm leavin' y'all impressed
Spittin' 'til I'm outta breath, I got you yellin' out, "Yesss!"

H-Mack, underneath the cloud canopy
You lookin' at your friend, like, "Hold up, wait, can it be?...
...There's no way he's really doin' this live!"
Rappers steppin' up to Mack, they ain't gon' never survive

Hold up, said I'm comin' off top with the poems
I do my lyrics off the top o' the dome
And there ain't a livin' rapper who could stop us
I'm cold as the arctic, eatin' beats like tapas

Yeah, y'all know I'm off top with the poem
I do my lyrics off the top o' the dome
And there ain't a livin' rapper who could stop us
I'm cold as the arctic; now, listen, listen

I'm 'bout to win, it's my destiny, y'all know that it's all fate
I'm eatin' rappers like tapas—you know, small plates
It's H-Mack, I do my lyrics off the brain
We be orderin' the tapas when we goin' out to Spain

Yeah, and y'all know they can't do what I do
You love the tapas bars, so you push your friend out o' view
Yeah, every time I rap, I be the opposite o' silence
Don't push your friend too hard—no violence

Yeah, when I'm on it, man, I'm flowin' off the brain
Can't complain, last thing I want y'all to feel is pain
I just keep on goin', y'all know I'mma do it easily
Back in the days, man, the people ain't believe in me

I'mma keep it rollin' 'cos my destiny is seizin' me
I'm eatin' y'all like tapas—small plates, that's the meat 'n cheese
Other rappers, they be fakin' a lot
But when I rap, it's a party like we takin' some shots

Let's go, I be off top with the poems
Said I do it off the top o' the dome
And there ain't a livin' rapper who could stop us
I'm cold like the arctic, eatin' beats like tapas

Yeah, right up off the tip with the poem
H-Mack, enterin' a whole nother zone
Yeah, there ain't a livin' rapper who be sicker
Shouts to the girls takin' shots o' the liquor

One last verse, hold up, y'all know I'm flowin' off the head bold
I'mma give you wings like you sippin' on the Red Bull
And when it come to freestyles, I bring the remedy
Red Bull, Monster, y'all know I got that energy

uh, I got you doin' this with your hands
Other rappers hear me and get pissed [at] the man
Yeah, I do my thing groovy, I'm killin' it truly
Yeah, bubble like Jacuzzi, word to posters from movies

Because my life is like a film, I'm hot as a kiln
Are they hard as me? Hardly! I'm rockin' the party!
Yeah, they hit me but I'm strikin' 'em back
Omegle tells me the stranger is typin' in chat

Yeah, I break it down and it's never been simple
Y'all just said that you need my info
Oh, you 'bout to have it 'cos my lyrics are too true
I'm 'bout to break you off with my channel for YouTube
What!

Omegle Bars Episode 62 – Clip 2

Rendezvous, Photosynthesis, Synchronize

FREESTYLE:

They think they knowin' my name, they be on to dude
On Omegle, me and people make a rendezvous
Yeah, and y'all know I'm poppin' up just to greet them
I'm ready for the rendezvous, ready for the meetin'

Yeah, y'all know I'm the freshest emcee
I told my homie, "Dawg, we can rendezvous around 3...
...Yeah, long as you pop up with the beats at the ready...
...I'mma be prepared with the rhymes that are deadly!"

Yeah, the game, I'mma run it forever
My lines have a rendezvous, the way they comin' together
Yeah, I be kickin' lyrics in every direction
Lyrics be rendezvousin', they be makin' that connection

Yeah, and y'all know I be funky with the stench
I'on't know the language, but I think rendezvous is French
Yeah, so, basically, with lyrics that I bring you
Thanks to your suggestion, I be spittin' bilingual

Yeah, "H-Mack is a problem," they said
"'Cos every time he gets to rockin', people noddin' they heads!"
uh, and y'all know I'm 'bout to spit 'til I'm done
Wait, LA on your cap? That's the city I'm from!

H-Mack, man, you know they reppin' for the place I'm at now
I'm 'bout to blow your whole mind with this rap style
You could try to hurt me but you couldn't injure this
The way I'm shinin', I could make you grow from photosynthesis

Yeah, I got, like, everything you need
Photosynthesize like plants from out the seed
I do it for them, I'm a alien, hockin' the phlegm
I grow with flower blooms, plus out the stem

I bring the thorns, I'm sharp every time I perform
I tried to warn, been killin' since the day I was born
Yeah, all three o' y'all got hats up on your headtop
He got LA, other homie got the Red Sox

Boston in the buildin', I'm burnin' with the sound
I treat the game just like your cap the way I'm turnin' it around
Yeah, I'm out here flippin' it, I'm different, y'all know we 'bout to do work
He yellin', "Ayyy," while rockin' the blue shirt

uh, I'm all up on it, man, you know I always been this live
uh, every time I rhyme, you know I spit a vibe
Yeah, compared to rappers, you know I'm a different guy
'Cos me and instrumentals, we properly synchronize

Yeah, ayo, y'all know we bring synchronicity when I spit a free
Do it exquisitely, come and visit me
Y'all know I'm rockin' yo' brain
The homie do the stank face with the watch and the chain

I see you there, I'mma keep it rare; ayo, y'all know I keep my rhymes true
Got you checkin' for the one behind you
Yeah, I grip up on the mic and I excel
When I first popped up, I said, "Peace," he said, "Don't yell!"
Heh

Omegle Bars Episode 62 – Clip 3

Pillow, Cage, Bag

FREESTYLE:

I said wack emcees, we don't really feel those
H-Mack, man, you know I bring the ill flows
Unh, y'all know that I'm bosser; you gon' take a loss, bruh
All these rappers softer than pillows

Yeah, and I spit it out the face
I'm the type o' rapper that could never be replaced
Yeah, matter fact, I got it in the bag
Hold up, wait a minute, that's a pillowcase

Unh, H-Mack, I'm combinin' words
Every time I kick a lyric, yo, I rhyme absurd
Unh, I know these rappers be mad at me
I got patterns, kinda like your tapestry

Hunh, doin' what I'm feelin' and you know I'm 'bout to wreck ya
I be hella advanced, like tryna do vectors
H-Mack, I be spittin' through the mad static
Unh, you be s'pposed1 to do your math'matics

But instead o' that, you chillin'
Unh, now Harry Mack is officially in the buildin'
I'm ready and I'm willin' and you know that I be mean with raps
Shouts to the homie in the jacket that is green and black

H-Mack, I be callin' what I'm seein'
The number-one human bein' every time I get to freein'
Yeah, they love how I'm stylin'
And when I'm rappin' after show, got you smilin'

Let's make it happen when I'm all up in it, I be in a rage
Took a long time to get up out the mental cage
Yeah, please understand, please listen
Sometimes your own brain can become a prison

Yeah, my truth, I had to find it
Previously, I was so closed-minded
I used to say, "Harry Mack, you ain't dope...
...You ain't 'bout to make it in the game, no hope!"

So I had to break up out o' the prison I created
And recognize, if I spit it true, they'll relate, kid
That's the only way that I could get free
Now, I'm out the mental cage, who I wanna be

Yeah, finally I feel comfortable all up in my skin
Finally I'm admittin' that I'm about to win
Finally I'm reminiscin' on the places that I been
Knowin' that I'm 'bout to take it so much further once again

Now I'm all up on it, keepin' it honest
I get up on the mic and then I'm 'bout to keep it like promise
I'm doin' what I gotta do, I be kickin' crazy flows
Complicated like ratios

Yeah, unh, and you know I do it often
I'mma keep on rockin' until I'm in a coffin
You were like, “The vectors aren't that bad...
...But the ratios, I don't understand, and that, there, is the problem!”

Damn, yo, it's hard to get through it
If you wanna hear a freestyle, I kick fluid
Unh, never no drag, Mack got the swag
That's why I get to the bag

Unh, y'all know these rappers in trouble
I'm winnin', like, every time I'm in a scuffle
You want all the lyrics, bring mine on the double
And when I be spittin', H-Mackin' is duffle

Yeah, I be in my bag, no doubt
Unh, scientists say I got a rare brain
Unh, rappers, they got a kinda small bag
Kinda like a overhead compartment on a airplane

Unh, H-Mack, man, mine gotta get checked
Get it? Check! 'Cause that's what I'mma get!
I'mma get to the bag, that's the check that I sign
Every time I come off top, I be wreckin' the rhymes

Let's go, I'm here to rock shit that's lethal
I'm rockin' for all o' my peeps on Omegle
I do what I'm feelin', I'm one in a million
Whenever I'm spittin', you know that I'm killin'

Yeah, and I make no mistakes
Keepin' it real 'cos I never been fake
I'on't really think that I can help you with your math
But I can make you smile while you take a break

Let's go!