[Intro: Harry Mack]

Uhh, yah, yah, yah, yah

Uhh, yeah, yeah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

[Verse: Harry Mack]

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, rеpresent with mad crew

Do what I'm feelin', truly in thе 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, pffft, 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

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, whadja 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

What!