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In your old man
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 its quite simple

Hey its what I to eliminate the hate
Illuminate the night in the
UFO sightings 'em unidentified
Steady I be high
You ain't got no herbal I'ma lend you
Its Doctor Octagon call him young
I leave these starving like its Ramadan
You are the wackest my holographic
Had to put my city on the map
If you a fat kid go get
If you a bad then be a actress
Rap ease carnage, my aint the Partrige
Hard tricks flawless, artists
Take my life and put it in a album
How much money do I got? I know who's countin'
Fake muthafucka's me I could do without them
You keepin' it a I could use a thousand
I'm comin' now, call a
I got a lot but, not to
I'm the shit hits call me Doctor Luke
And prescribing you a vibe for awful mood
Why you sad all the
Jump off a
While I'm it with Q-tip and Posdnuos
Tryna put me down that's futile ooh child
message got you spooked out
Believe in God but don't religion
Saying its the truth but really listened
That's another conversation
Walking on the pavement home a way to go
Maybe one might the word Robert Frost
Blowin' out steam but its all
We comin' for your dollars call the cops
You want a war? we got a holocaust
Yo E how many bars is
Is it enough to give haters all heart attacks
I writing on the paper
Gave me carpal
Couple billion people are they all gon' you?
no, hell no
I be though the rain, sleet, hail, snow
to my word like its Velcro
On shell toes, what else yo
shit, go crazy
Kinda like the internet Hov's baby
My tell me Mac you a wierdo
I guarantee that be a super hero
This ain't nothin' but rhymes from my mind
been stuck inside since the beginning of time
Chemical romance, dance with no pants
If I got my eyes on her playa you got no
This some simple shit I'm they fear
I'm trying to explore whats real
Child of the blues liked school
miseducated so word to Lauran hill
Music is my outlet walking the polo store
In the wondering what I go home for
In my own world when I the door
To the booth, young and for the truth
Like that, like that, that, like that
And a little bit of and a little bit of that
I just spit a rhyme me that I kick a rap
And if you got time, you can sit
to me now, pass the flow around
Hey thats some cypher shit, I you like that shit
Freestyle in the air go and that shit
I don't write that I got ill flows
I'm ill yo
And this is yo
Mac Miller, gon' kill flows
Bouncing up and and down
Head to ya
In the throwin' bows