Blue

Grrra Uhh, yah, yah, yah, yah Uhh, yeah, yeah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Uhh, H-Mack, I'm that new guy Spread my wings, take flight to the blue sky Yeah, matter fact, I make these rappers panic My lyrics got depth like the blue oceanic Uhh, I go to bottom o' the sea Off the top, I'm choppin' emcees I rock another free, make you say, "Sheesh!" H-Mack, the lyrical beast Every time that I release I'm the illest, though, capisc'? Ay, I break it down smooth, y'all know we makin' moves Start slow but I'm certain to improve Ah, lock into the groove Ah, y'all know I might knock out rapper's tooth If I have to smash through, represent with mad crew Do what I'm feelin', truly in the place Leavin' corny rappers black and blue up in they face Harry Mack, y'all know the bars I'm kickin' is true A rapper said, "How'd I sound?" I said, "That blew!" For real, homie, y'all know that I truly perform I improvise like John Coltrane when he blew on the horn Yeah, matter fact, better blow the siren Ring the alarms, Harry Mack is cypherin' No one is survivin', I dive in To the blue depths o' the river And flow like the Nile whenever I deliver So, let me kick it, I'ma rap for y'all Rappers, I'ma smash 'em all Hit the ground and bounce back like basketball Never no punk, these rappers is junk Tell me what you want, kick the funk, hit the slam dunk Make you laugh and do like, pfft, with your lips 'n shit Rappers think they dope but they ain't nothin' but some hypocrites Yeah, I improvise and I make a good song Should to my homie with the white hood on Spit it tight, good strong lyrics (come on, come on) Rip the mic, yo, come on, come on Yeah, my sentence a run-on, run-on Lookin' for a track to stunt on, stunt on I'm the one they couldn't front on, front on I'm the real don, kill songs, ill songs Light the fuse, drop bombs Yeah, any track that's hot, I'ma hop on Hot rhymer, got strong lyrics for the people when I flex When it be comin' to lyrics, they know that I'm comin' up next Doin' my bars in a hurry, y'all know I cause a snow flurry I drop bars that's major with flavor like curry Uhh, y'all know I'm that fly dude I got flavor like curry, eatin' Thai food Yeah, and y'all know my lyrics truly is hot Matter fact, I'm Steph Curry when I'm shootin' my shot Yeah, I got the wet flows, lyrics, they will expect those Corny rappers, I'ma check those I make you get low, my check grows Yeah, meanin' salary increases Yeah, pockets fat like calories, some beast shit Yeah, leavin' kids deceased when I'm up on it, dawg I'm rockin' it I said give me your fourth word, chocolate Yeah, fuckin' A, what you say? Harry Mack gon' cut a phrase I'ma chop it down, got the hottest sound H-yeah, uhh, ayo, y'all know I leave these kids punked I got yo' cheeks, like a chipmunk H-Mack, you know I'm really 'bout to bust it now Ayo, my brain like yo' cheeks, 'cause it's puffin' out It ain't nothin' now, got the hottest fuckin' sound Leavin' y'all embarrassed, your sweatshirt is from Paris So, I grip the mic and blast 'em with the rifle power You got the badge for Paris showin' the Eiffel Tower Uhh, y'all know I spit it with the flames that's rare Peace to the homie who's chillin' in the gamin' chair On the opposite o' Eiffel Tower Yo, we got Michael Jordan reachin' for the layup Rappers can't say stuff, I'm about to hit the dunk, though Punk foes forever, tougher than leather My bars are clever, lastin' forever Leavin' rappers dead, god Peace the homie vibin', I can see you got the head nod