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In old man voice
Yeah, a one two, a one two
For one two, for one two
For one two, for one two
For one two, for one two
Uh uh nothin' but rhymes its quite

Hey its what I create to eliminate the
Illuminate the night in the
UFO sightings leave 'em
Steady I be high
You ain't got no herbal I'ma you mine
Its Doctor call him young phenomenon
I leave rappers starving like its Ramadan
You are the my style holographic
Had to put my on the map shit
If you a fat kid go get
If you a bad bitch then be a
Rap ease carnage, my family aint the
Hard tricks flawless, artists
Take my life and put it in a photo
How money do I got? I don't know who's countin'
Fake muthafucka's me I could do without them
You it a hundred I could use a thousand
I'm comin' now, a truce
I got a lot but, not to
I'm the shit makin' call me Doctor Luke
And prescribing you a vibe for awful mood
Why you sad all the
off a roof
While I'm it with Q-tip and Posdnuos
Tryna put me well that's futile ooh child
Supernatural got you spooked out
Believe in God but believe religion
Saying its the truth but never really
That's conversation though
Walking on the home find a way to go
Maybe one might take the Robert Frost
Blowin' out but its all exhaust
We comin' for your dollars better call the
You want a we got a nuclear holocaust
Yo E how many bars is
Is it enough to give haters all heart attacks
I writing on the paper
me carpal tunnel
Couple billion people are they all love you?
no, hell no
I be though the rain, sleet, hail, snow
Sticking to my word like its
On shell toes, what else yo
Dope shit, go
like the internet over Hov's baby
My girl tell me Mac you a
I guarantee that baby be a super
This ain't nothin' but rhymes from my mind
That stuck inside since the beginning of time
Chemical romance, slow with no pants
If I got my eyes on her playa you got no
some simple shit I'm sure they fear
I'm just to explore whats real
Child of the never liked school
Been miseducated so word to Lauran
Music is my outlet walking the polo store
In the studio wondering I go home for
In my own world when I the door
To the booth, and searching for the truth
Like that, like that, like that, like
And a little bit of this and a little bit of
I just spit a rhyme me that I kick a rap
And if you got time, you can sit
Listen to me now, pass the flow
Hey thats some cypher shit, I know you like that
Freestyle in the air go and that shit
I don't write bitch I got ill flows
I'm ill yo
And this is yo
Mac Miller, gon' kill those
Bouncing up and and down
Head to ya
In the paint bows