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Yeah, uh, uh, c'mon, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Uh, uh, yo, yo What I'ma say to them I am not from planet earth, I'm a alien Yeah, lotta rappers hungry but Harry is starvin' I am not from earth, I'm a mo'fuckin' Martian Yeah, they love the way I do fresh flows Pullin' up on the game in a UFO Yeah, ayo, alien, ain't y'all ever seen him? He ain't one o' those short dudes with green skin Yeah, but when you hear 'im rhyme, you gon' understand I'm a alien for real, rappers got the underhand It can't be earthly, they heard me, I cut you like surgery Every time I rhyme, I'm on a word spree I'm from another planet, all my lyrics gigantic, they in the shuffle Only way to visit me is space shuttle Yeah, I told you I'm a alien, I figured that was clear Wanna hit my planet, you gon' have to crack the atmosphere Yeah, I grip the mic and then I kill a phrase I mean, I ain't even from the fuckin' Milky Way I ain't from the same galaxy that y'all livin' in And you can tell when the rhymes, I start spittin' them Do what I'm feelin' when I'm on it, feel the wrath Ayy, I'm addin' up my lyrics like I'm doin' math Hold up, and when I'm spittin', I'm makin' people listen It's like I'm doin' math, how I rep for my division Yeah, and y'all know I'm that gorgeous guy My flows is fly, my lyrics 'bout to multiply Hold up, ayo, they can tell my style is up I'm tryna solve for X like algebra Speakin' o' X, R.I.P. to DMX the legend People all across the planet, they love the lyrics I'm reppin' These rappers just some wannabes, I don't think that they on to me About to bend these artists outta shape, that's geometry Trigonometry, calculus, they can't challenge us Harry Mack, they love the style I bust They know now it's us, yeah, my power's up, 9,000+ Matter fact, I go beyond it Every time I rhyme, you know my flow is honest Harry Mack, I'm blazin', lyrics amazin' Yeah, I'm a problem, a tricky equation Yeah, all these other rappers, they sound too faulty They can't get my math 'cause there's no way to solve me Yeah, ayo, and y'all know we 'bout to permeate Yeah, need no protractor to hit you with the angle of the flow rapper Who causes mo' disaster Yeah, when I'm finished rhymin', no one's goin' after It's a closed chapter, y'all better believe it 'Cause when I grip up on the mic, I tear these rappers to pieces Yeah, ayo, y'all know that I be rockin' it clear You said bottle? That's funny, well, I got one right here Yeah, H-Mack, y'all know that these rappers never violated Keep a bottle at the side 'cause I'm stayin' hydrated And when I'm rhymin', man, they knowin' I'm the fly guy The orange theory water bottle that you get for DriTri H-Mack, yo, I be the role model My fans hear bottle, and they think of full throttle I'ma do that for the people watchin' me on rewind H-Mack, man, you know I'm gettin' free from the mind Yeah, y'all know that I'm really gettin' loose when I spazz Man, I'ma crack the beats like a bottle made o' glass Hold up, and y'all know that when I'm rockin', I'm tight I obey my thirst like I had a bottle o' sprite Then again, like bottle o' coke, my flow, you enjoy Crack a bottle on these rappers, man, they gettin' destroyed Hold up, I spit it sicker 'cause my brain's workin' quicker Like light, I flicker, get you twisted like a bottle o' liquor Hey, Harry Mack, y'all know my flow is vital Old school like ceremonies that are tribal Like bottles, rappers recycled I'm here, spittin' it clear, I'm makin' rappers back down Could tell you liked hip hop from the pictures in your background Yeah, and they can tell the way that I slam I see you got the image of that Kendrick album called 'Damn' H-Mack, when I start to rhyme, it ain't no way to stop me Plus I'm pretty sure you got that cover from A$AP Rocky H-Mack, I drop a verse, my flow is unrehearsed In fact, I can see that your musical taste is diverse Hold up, and when I'm on it, yo, I'm honored to say I'm 'bout to sell more records than Lana Del Rey Yeah, seen it on the top o' that, y'all know we here to spit this The beat behind me switchin', Harry Mack, I kick it vivid Yeah, the ill freestyle, I gotta report this Coverin' her mouth, like, "Thank God I record this"
Writer(s): Harry Hamilton Mckenzie, Khronos Beats Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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