OMEGLE BARS EPISODE 79

Harry Mack. Omegle. Episode 79: I Have No Words. The only plan: freestyle. The words: Immaculate, Paint, and Drip, and more. The result: reactions that say it all.

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Immaculate, Paleontologist, Arithmetic

Paint, Door, Bed

FREESTYLE:

Unh, yuh, yuh
Rappers quaint, and they jelly 'cos I do what they can't
I'm so ill with the lyrics, I be makin' you faint
Yeah, I ain't holy, man, they know I'm no saint

But I'm a artist when I start to fill the canvas with paint
Yeah, check the way that I do it; when I rhyme, I'm tough as leather
Man, I'm 'bout to take the primary, then blend colors together
Just to get the secondary colors that I use, I'm talkin' 'bout orange

I'm talkin' purple every time that I start to perform
I said y'all know that I'm gettin' loose on the scene; I kill the game, I show you what I mean
I represent, hold it down for my team; I paint the colors, my favorite is green
I got the green color up on my cap, I grab the mic and I'm ready to snap

I just need three creative words from the people on Omegle, then I'mma rap
Yeah, comin' off the top o' the mental
Y'all know my freestyle flow is essential
Do what they can't do when I'm up in it

H-Mack comin' with the bars infinite
Yeah, y'all know that I'mma give you much more
I said my brain gets open kinda like it's a door
Yeah, every time I rhyme, they know I'm goin' in hard

I said my brain stays open like a door that's ajar
Yeah, every time I rhyme, I'm puttin' y'all to the test
Hold up, a jar? Yeah, we seal it tight, my lyrics too fresh!
I'm 'bout to bring it down for y'all, you're soon to see

I move through the doors of opportunity
Openin' the doors 'cos I got them keys
H-Mack comin' with the hottest frees
Every time I rhyme, man, I'm bangin' in the headphones

Shouts to the homie filmin' me on the red phone
Every time I rhyme off the top, I'mma get props
She was like, “Hold up, wait, do you make TikToks?”
I was like, "Yeah," to the top I'm tryna aim this

"I'm a TikTokker1," she said, “Wait, though, are you famous?”
"Um... I'm workin' on that!"
I'm certain to rap, I'm spurtin' the facts
I flow off the head 'til day that I'm dead

Your phone, it is red; you lay on the bed
Yeah, every time I rhyme, I creep up with frees
Rappers all up in they beds 'cos they sleepin' on me
Yeah, every time I rhyme, I hold it down with no sponsor

You was like, “Damn, I don't really know any long words!”
So I'mma take the short ones, then I expand
Y'all know I bring colors kinda like a crayon
Wait, colors like the paint when I'm all up in the canvas?

Y'all know when I rhyme off top, I get the ampest
Do it for my people and I spit the shit that's lethal
Every time I'm on Omegle, I be sharper than a steeple
I'mma hold it down for all o' y'all, you know how'ma hold y'all

When I /[start] spit(tin') this/, bear the witness
Yeah, ayo, my flow, I throw it back
I don't know what happened but you was throwin' that
And every time I rhyme, I spit until I be a dead man

All around your fingers, you be wrappin' up the headband**
I break it down, my flows gon' be acknowledged
You throw if off your fingers with the white nail polish
I'mma break it down for y'all, this is hip hop's rebirth

Hold up, wait a minute, let me read what's on your T-shirt
Move your phone to the side, that's gon' be a vibe
They can't rap like this, no average shit
My flow gon' be the catalyst

Anytime I spit a bar, I'm 'bout to make 'em holler, y'all
I get the hypest; throw it up, spike it, like we playin' volleyball
Yeah, and y'all know I'mma make you say, “Ooh!”
Never lyin' when I'm rhymin' 'cos I'm keepin' it true

You gon' throw your head back when I'm spittin' my bars
People hear it and they prob'ly think it's written, I'm hard
Let's go!

Drip, Black, Savage, Prodigy

FREESTYLE:

I close my eyes and envision it, son
My heart and soul where I'm spittin' it from
If the job is kickin' lyrics, well, I'm gettin' it done
I said I let these lyrics drip off the tip o' the tongue

Yeah, yo, my heart and soul, that's what I'm exposin'
'Cause when I'm flowin', I'm cold frozen
Yeah, they know that I'm the one that's chosen
I brought the drip, lookin' fly in the clothin'

Yeah, and I'll never be the same man
Then again, I give a fuck1 about the name brands
'Cause for me, anything is drippy
As long as it allows me to move while I spit frees

Unh, I'm makin' lyrical deposits
Yo, I got this; every time that I rhyme, I'm cold frosted
These rappers talkin' noise in my ear, they obnoxious
But I'mma keep on drippin' lyrics like a leaky faucet

Yeah, y'all know I'm gettin' busy with the flows
Yeah, brain is leakin' like a fire hose
Yeah, y'all know that I'm drippin' hella energy
Whenever I be rhymin', I'm deliverin' the remedy

For real, y'all know that I'm deep up in my feels
I'm rhymin' off the top o' this and gettin' the appeal
And every time I spit, I go wild in the place
Shout the homie in the black T with the smiley face

Yeah, and y'all know we be makin' rappers fall back
Speakin' o' drip, I'm normally wearin' all black
Black T-shirt and the black coat
And y'all know I'm comin' off the top with the rap quotes

Then again, to kill the freestyle is my honor
Greatest in the game, so they call me Black Mamba
RIP to Kobe, I'mma set the flow free
All around the planet Earth, I think they know me

I'mma put it down for all my people, that's the way it goes
Mack is gettin' busy when he's kickin' out the flows
Rockin' all the shows, way above the average
I'm not a human bein', homie, I'm a savage

I'm a animal breakin' up out the cage
When I spit, I'm in a rage, never wrote it on a page
Yeah, y'all know rappers know that Mack is 'bout to last, my G
'Cause when I spit, deliverin' the savagery

I'm hittin' 'em harder, refusin' to barter, refusin' to trade, I got it made
When I be kickin' these lyrics right off o' the tip o' the mental, we gettin' so paid
Gettin' the money, we stackin' it up; all o' these rappers, they backin' it up
Y'all know I'm bein' savage as fuck; every time that I'm rappin', I'm plush

Y'all know I hit 'em with rhythm, my intuition
'N vision gon' make you crash, I'mma cause a collision
Yeah, and y'all know I'm on the true–not the other–route
You be sayin', “What the fuck,” then you cover your mouth

You can't believe it, I'mma tear 'em to pieces 'cos I'm the god emcee
Givin' y'all a lot o' me, feel like I won the lottery
Y'all know I'm defyin' the prophecy
I put my words together oh-so logically

I get it started, then there ain't no stoppin' me
I pull the blade out and then I chop emcees
Been killin' since a young'un, I'm a prodigy
Let's go!

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