Dome, Tapas, Arctic
Mack, Harry
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Uh, yeah, come on, yeah, yeah, come on, uh
Yeah Yto, Yto, check it, uh
Yto, Yto, uh
I be coming off top with the poems
I knew my lyrics off the top of the dome yeah
And y'all know I came to rock ya
Cold like the Arctic, eating beets like toppers uh
Check the way I do it, my flow is absurd
I'm putting songs together off of three random words
Everybody understands what Mac is about
I make you go, woo, 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-Mac, y'all know I'm the opposite of sober
Get you fucked up, next day you'll have to hang over yeah
Y'all know these rappers just opposers
Do a whole verse of what I see on your posters uh
Every time I rhyme I'm leavin' y'all impressed
Spit it till I'm out of breath, I got you yellin' out, yes
H-Mac underneath the clown canopy
You lookin' at your friend like, hold up, wait, can it be?
There's no way he's really doin' his life
Rappin', steppin' up to Mac, the ankle never survived hold up
Said I'm comin' off top with the palms
I knew my lyrics off the top of the dome
And there ain't a livin' rapper who could stop us
I'm cold as the Arctic, eating beets like toppers yeah
Y'all know I'm off top with the palm
I knew my lyrics off the top of the dome
And there ain't a livin' rapper who could stop us
I'm cold as the Arctic, now listen, listen
I'm about to win, it's my destiny
Y'all know that it's all fate
I'm meetin' rappers like Toppers, you know small plates
It's sage Mac, I do my lyrics off the brink
We be ordering the Toppers when we goin' out to Spain yeah
And y'all know they can't do what I do
You love the Toppers, boy, so you push your friend out of view yeah
Every time I rap I be the opposite of silence
Don't push your friend too hard, no violence yeah
When I'm on him and I'm flowin' off the brink
Can't complain, last thing I want
Y'all to feel his pain I just keep on goin' y'all know
I'ma do it easily, back in the days, man
The people ain't believin' me I'ma keep it rollin' 'cause my destiny is season me
I'm meetin' y'all like Toppers, small plates that's the meetin' 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 palms
Said, "I knew it off the top of the dome"
And there ain't a livin' rapper who could stop us
I'm cold like the Arctic, eatin' beats like Toppers yeah
Right above the tip with the palm
H-Mack enterin' a whole nother zone yeah
There ain't a livin' rapper who be sicker
Shouts to the girls takin' shots to the liquor, one last verse, hold up
Y'all know I'm flowin' off the headboat
I'ma give you wings like you sippin' on a red bowl
And when it come to freestyles, I bring the remedy
Red Bowl monster, y'all know I got that energy uh
I got you doin' this with your hands
Other rappers hear me and get pissed, start the man yeah
I do my thing groovy, I'm killin' it truly yeah
Bubba like Jacuzzi, work the posters from movies
Be'cause 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 striking them 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 'cause my lyrics are too true