[Intro: Harry Mack]

Yuh, yuh, yuh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Okay, ah, okay, ah

[Verse: Harry Mack]

Check the way that I'm rippin', man, I got 'em all flippin'

I leave rappers terrified, they be scared, they be chicken

Yeah, check the way I'm doin' it, that freestyle guy

Word to chicken, word to birds, 'cause my lyrics too fly

I be comin' off the tip of this and spittin' the best

H-Mack, I cook you up just like a chicken breast

Yeah, I ain't got no time to kick it with these dumb shits

Word to chicken legs, I got rhythm like drumsticks

Mack on another level when I do my thing

Improvised, leave you fried, somethin' like some chicken wings

Yeah, you think you on my level, problem is you not, boss

I'm spicy like some chicken wings up in the hot sauce

Follow along, killin' the song, none of these rappers have heard me

Similar but we be different, they be a chicken, I'm turkey

Bigger and badder when I'm takin' flight

Everything that I grab on the mic

Just to recite sounds like somethin' you might sit down to write

But it's improvised constantly, I bomb emcees, I'm droppin' words

Ayo, I'm seein' to a distance, no binoculars

Yeah, everything I'm spittin' soundin' hella dope

They couldn't see me even if they had a telescope

H-Mack, man, my vibe ain't never subtle, you in trouble

Couldn't see me if you's watchin' on the Hubble

Listen, I'm in another galaxy, another stratosphere

Breakin' through the atmosphere, the dopest figure, that was clear

Wait, I'm breakin' through the atmosphere when I slam it?

I guess I'm in a spacecraft that's aerodynamic!

See, Mack takin' flight when he's doin' his thing

I'm movin' fast, aerodynamic when spreadin' my wings

Now follow me there, I'm 'bout to blast ya, I'm movin' past ya

I make ya gasp for air like asthma, I'm like NASA

I'm leavin' the surface and livin' my purpose

These rappers is worthless

When I'm spittin', they be sweatin', they nervous

I keep it goin'

Yeah, the Mack ain't never fakin'

Fryin' instrumentals like we cookin' up some bacon

Every time I'm spittin', people know we gettin' reckless

[Inhale] Damn, that smells good! Bacon is for breakfast!

We got the eggs as well, I'm goin' over easy

Rappers tryna spit like me but they do not please me

I'm so sick, I'm queasy, I'm 'bout to vomit

I crack your planet with the comet

Mack is fully up on it

I keep it honest, that's a promise

Yo, I'ma keep on goin' when I blast bars

From L.A. to Madagascar

Ayo, you didn't think my brain could stretch that far

Heyo, I race around these tracks just like a NASCAR

Ayo, it has to be so, y'all know we here to cause catastrophes

Actually, I'ma cause a casualty casually, I'm rollin' with my faculties

And utilizin' faculties to smash emcees

Yeah, holla back, my G

That Mack emcee be goin' deeper, y'all know what we on

Brand new lyrics is about to get spawned

Hold up, Madagascar is what I heard

And now I'm tryna remember, "What was the last word?"

Heyo, I'm here for all o' y'all, somebody remind me

["Blasphemy! Blasphemy!"]

Oh, it's blasphemy! You shoulda asked for me

I did that whole scheme about casually causing casualties

And that shoulda come after, G

But now I'll work it in, you better know the scheme

It's H-Mack, I be out here livin' my dream

Yeah, I grip up on the M-I-C and I create for y'all

How many people on screen?! Shout to all eight o' y'all!

H-yeah, I know all around the world, they heard me

Peace the homie with the basketball, homie in red jersey

Yeah, I get loose when I free these flows

He got the Adidas jersey that says BMO

Harry Mack, I keep it movin', when I'm rockin', they gon' get amped

Shout the homie leanin' in rockin' the gray sweatpants

Hold up, and they be blown away by what I do for y'all

Then again, gray sweatpants applies to two o' y'all

Ayo, y'all know I live my dream with ease

This homie got his arm straight up leaned on the knee

Yeah, arm stretchin' across, I wreck like a boss

Yeah, when it be comin' to lyrics

You know that I never be takin' no loss

I just go in, I'm goin' deep when I be lyrically all in a creep

I'm never cheap

All o' these rappers, they claim that they flexin', but they hella weak

Listen, I'm off the tip o' the dome droppin' these fly poems

Peace to the homie in the back up on the iPhone

What!