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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 but rhymes its quite simple

Hey its I create to eliminate the hate
Illuminate the night in the
UFO sightings leave 'em
Steady I be getting
You ain't got no herbal I'ma lend you
Its Octagon call him young phenomenon
I leave these rappers 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 be a actress
Rap ease carnage, my aint the Partrige
Hard flawless, trapeze artists
my life and put it in a photo album
How money do I got? I don't know who's countin'
Fake muthafucka's round me I could do 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 makin' 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
put me down well that's futile ooh child
Supernatural got you spooked out
Believe in God but don't religion
its the truth but never really listened
That's conversation though
on the pavement home find a way to go
Maybe one might take the word Robert
out steam but its all exhaust
We comin' for dollars better call the cops
You want a we got a nuclear holocaust
Yo E how many bars is
Is it enough to give these haters all heart
I been on the paper
me carpal tunnel
Couple billion people are all gon' love you?
no, hell no
I be though the rain, sleet, hail, snow
Sticking to my like its Velcro
On some shell toes, else yo
shit, go crazy
Kinda like the over Hov's baby
My girl tell me Mac you a
I that baby be a super hero
ain't nothin' but comes rhymes from my mind
That been stuck inside the beginning of time
romance, slow dance with no pants
If I got my eyes on her you got no chance
This some simple shit I'm sure fear
I'm trying to explore whats real
Child of the blues liked school
Been miseducated so word to Lauran
Music is my outlet through the polo store
In the wondering what I go home for
In my own world I close the door
To the booth, young and 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 tell me that I 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 shit
Freestyle in the air go and write that
I write that bitch I got ill flows
I'm ill yo
And is real yo
Mac Miller, gon' kill those
Bouncing up and and Yoyo's
Head to ya
In the paint throwin'