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The Illest.
Harry Mack
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Uh, are you deaf, like? It slaps here
(Oh, my, 2000) yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, listen
Pullin' off the flow like I'm pullin' off a prank
Peace to people gettin' twisted when they sippin' on they drank
Yeah, when I'm rhymin', dog, I'm iller than fuck
I'm ready for the drank, somebody get to fillin' my cup
I told you I'm nice, I drop the lyrics sure to entice
And if I'm pourin' up my drink, it better be on some ice
I'm ice-cold, spit it quite bold, yes, I got the hype soul
Ain't no tellin' where I might go
Yeah, I'm about to hit them when I'm on it
I'm colder than Switzerland
I got new fans representin' Western Michigan
All the bullshit, it's about to get abolished
That's right, I just acknowledged your motherfuckin' college
Harry Mack up on it, yo, I spit so big
They said, "Dawg, I got a channel, it's called SiscoKid"
I said, "What's it like?" He said, "Dog, it's sure to get you jumpin'"
We do some prank videos just like Danny Duncan
Alright, I got to check it out as soon as we done
Uh, when I'm in the session I just spit from the tongue
C'mon, we gon' keep it on, ah, rappin' with creations
I bleed from the brain, you can call it menstruation
Mack, I'm on it, styles I got a myriad
I'm the illest, menstruation, I'm the illest, period
H-Mack, I put it down so eternally
Ain't a rapper in the whole game who be burnin' me
Uh, I'll be the greatest like Michael
When I be spittin' there ain't no survival
Matter fact kinda like menstruation
All of my lyrics be goin' through cycles
You know I'm old school, kinda like tribal
When I just flow off the brain
Uh, peace to the people that's live on Omegle
They know that I'm goin' insane
Uh, come off the tip of this, bars are ridiculous
You know I stay low-pro, inconspicuous
They can't get rid of this
Uh, no one be spittin' this shit on some bigger shit
Uh, Mack called them in it, uh, for rappers there ain't no peace
I'ma have the game locked down like the police
Uh, they be duckin' like whenever I'm arrivin'
Woo-woop, everybody 'bout to hear my sirens
C'mon, I be the best, I'm lyrically blessed, put y'all to the test
Got these rappers under arrest
C'mon, when I be spittin' all my people 'bout to stand up
Hip-hop police got the game in the handcuffs
Yeah, ayo, I rock the girls and boys
Western Michigan, y'all better make some fuckin' noise, let's-
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