[Intro: Harry Mack]

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Check it, uhh

[Verse 1: Harry Mack]

I don't never lie, only thing I'm tellin' is facts

Treat the beat like a candle, then I'm meltin' the wax

H-Mack, man, I never been no hypocrite

Every time, I spit the shit like I lit the wick

I said I'm on fire, e'erybody see the blue flame

Lit like a candle, got the Bic with the butane

Uhh, I'm comin' off the top o' the mind

People get to buggin' when I'm rockin' my rhymes

Makе y'all want it in the worst way

Ay, I be lit like thе candles on your birthday

Ay, if you want the real, go ahead and press play

Seein' through the BS like a X-ray

I'm about to improvise a essay

Woo! I go deep, heh, drop a lot o' facts

Ay, ay, rappers fake, like a candle made o' wax

Hold u', they like Ripley's Believe It or Not

They in the wax museum, they ain't even that hot

But I'm a real human, flesh 'n bone

I'm about to test ya zone

Ay, known for gettin' busy when I'm on this microphone

Ay, I'm up in it, people better know that I go home

To the session, then I drop bars like a xylophone

Whoa! I'm really crushin', homie, it ain't really nothin'

Mack ain't never bluffin', xylophone, yo, that's percussion

Well, it makes sense 'cause I'm percussive when I drop my vision

AKA when I be rappin', e'erybody feel my rhythm

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[Verse 2: Harry Mack]

Come off the top o' the mental

Whenever I'm rhymin', I throw down

Yeah, on Omegle, they all be lovin' my sound

I'm back in it, rappers gettin' mad at me, I use my faculties

To bring a natural disaster, I cause a catastrophe

What! Unh, every time I rhyme, it's from the purest brain

I'm 'bout to blow up like volcano, bring a hurricane

Yeah, catastrophic every time I rap with logic

Ayo, I'm 'bout to force these other wack cats to back off it

Uhh, I keep movin', I'm constantly improvin'

Yeah, this ain't a rapper, this a fuckin' movement

Uhh, ayo, you know my lyrics cleaner

I cause catastrophe, somebody better call FEMA

Yeah, we need relief, I ain't got no beef

Rappers bitin' my style, they got my lyrics in they teeth

Listen, I be a master, disaster-causin', do this often

Got the whole game in a coffin

Listen, ayo, y'all know I'm known for spittin' absurd

I was like, "Guys, you gotta give me long-ass words!"

Uh-huh, and yo, you know that my freestyles dominate it

I was like, "Gimme somethin' kinda complicated!"

Yeah, I'm about to leave the track scarred

They were like, "Um, damn, this shit's fuckin' hard!"

I know, I put y'all on the spot

But finally we here and I came to rock it hot

Look, make you cover your mouth when I'm rhymin'

It's lyrics that I'm dealin', fam

I'm 'bout to have your head spinnin' like your ceilin' fan

H-yeah, y'all know I'm doin' what I wanna do

When it comes to lyrics, y'all know they about to honor dude

Listen, and you know that I'm all on the rhyme spree

Multiple colors just like the flag behind these

Girls, I see it, listen, I get loosest with the rhymes

Ay, H-Mack, y'all know I'm producin' all the shine

Hold up, and I ain't weak

You know I'm speakin' with the pure voice

You got two bracelets and one's turquoise

I see the beads, listen, I'ma break it down with ease

H-Mack, known for improvisin' with the frees

Listen, ayo, I rap rare, I'm in my black chair

One got the blonde hair, one got the black hair

Ayo, I call out what I see right in front o' me

So what's it gonna be? I cause catastrophe, I'm thundery

I bring the storm, lit like the candle, full circle

I'm known for gettin' loose and makin' y'all laugh like Urkel

Hold up, I got you sayin', "Wow!"

I can see it from your mouth

You can't believe me right now

Listen, and y'all know I get mean with raps

I make you laugh, cover your forehead, then lean on back

Can't believe what's happenin'

I'm rappin' in a whole nother language

Rappers, I fill 'em with anguish

You know I back up my claims when I throw it down, I be flamin'

Just like the wick o' the candle

I hit your toes [in] the sandals with the anvils

Mack off the top throwin' down for my peeps

Every time that I rhyme off the tip o' the mental, I'm goin' in deep

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