Omegle Bars Episode 1

[Part 1]
They be peeping my essence, shining florescent
I’ve been doing like that since a young adolescent
Yeah, I’m shining, y’all know I’m doing it big
Florescent with the light since I was just a kid
Yeah, even as a youth, I would shine in the booth
The florescent adolescence, homie, that’s my truth
I’m really living that, florescent like a HD screen
I’ma show you all just what I mean
I said I’m tripping y’all, I’m crazy, I deliver insane flows
I’m spitting more colors than a muhfuckin’ rainbow
Yeah, I’d grip the M-I-C and rock your soul
Go to the end of the rainbow and cop the pot of gold
I’m getting shine now, from here to Lebanon
I cop the pot of gold like a leprechaun
Do what I feel, y’all know that I’m ready to spark
And like a rainbow, I’ma make her whole back arch
H. Mack all up in it, y’all know I’m a better dude
Sipping beers all up at the pub called weatherspoons
(Pepsi!)
Yeah, say the world a little louder, so I can hear it
I’ma make you prouder (Pepsi!)
Uh, they love me, Harry Mack celebrating with the bubbly
You wanna know the greatest rapper? Hol’ up, let’s see
I’m classic like coke and I bubble like pepsi
Yeah, y’all know I’m really on a mission
Like coke to pepsi, this rappers my competition
Doing what I’m feeling, I’m the microphone controller
And the lyrics that I’m kicking be more sweeter than a cola
Hit me with another world dawg, one time
(Vinyl!)
I say it in my rhyme, every word is final
I’m about to crack your spinal
And I’m making heads spin 360 like a vinyl
Compared to rappers, man, I sound much better
They like a CD, I’m like vinyl record
Yeah, I really storm everytime I perform
Said my vocal tone like a vinyl record, ‘cause it be warm
I’ma hit you too hard, I’m way above average
And y’all know that the Mack ‘bout to spit through the static
Uh, we in the matrix, I’m proving it soon
I can bend it with my mind, ‘cause there is no spoon
Uh, I got the free flow, hold up here we go
They be saying Harry Mack the one, Neo
Uh, ayo, y’all know that I’m too ill
I’ma go deep, take both the red and blue pill
Yeah, ayo, y’all know I’m who they lovin’
Kinda like that adapter, I’m staying plugged in
Harry Mack, I’m really doing it large
Don’t need no adapter, but you know I stay so charged
Yeah, uh, they be understanding my raps
I’m going over your head like a champion hat
I’m the illest when I spit it, they can’t fuck with that
In love with that, peace my man in the bucket hat
Yeah, I be the rap smith, I’m sharper than cactus
I see the wall behind you dawg, you reppin’ the atlas
Uh, ayo, I do what I feel, so pay the cost
My brain more advanced than a fucking apple watch
Yeah, I’m flowing divine, I show ‘em my shine
Yeah, me and the beats combined, I’m knowing the time
Believe it, tear rappers to pieces, y’all know I’m bigger
My man’s holding up a hilarious action figure
I’m about to grip up on the mic, then I bust fast
Just like that action figure, I be growing my mustache
Yeah, peace to my homie who be holding up objects
They asking, “Harry Mack, how come you ain’t a God yet?”
Well, listen, I’m all up on you, smoking the room with marijuana
Turning it into a sauna, kinda like energy drink, yo, I’m a monster
Yeah, I’m really a savage when I be spitting
I’m waking you up, a lot of these rappers that be steppin’, they faking it that far
So peace to my man, you know I’m about to rip it
He’d be nodding his head, ‘cause my flow is so exquisite
Yeah, ayo, I bring y’all back to the essence
Yo, that wine glass is full circle, ‘cause it’s florescent
Uh, it’s Harry Mack, y’all know I’m like none other
Florescent because it got the rainbow colors
Yeah, it’s Mack getting busy in the booth
Yo, shout out to my man, thanks so much for getting loose
It’s like that!
Yo, I’m fly homes, plugged in like an iPhone
I’ma let ‘em all know, hard to find like Waldo
I’ma see direct to the horizon
Shine like rainbows that are connected just like Verizon
Mah!

[Part 2]
I be making MCs stand back
Scratch across their face like a muhfuckin’ cat
Straight to the nearest mic, I’m about to beeline
Yeah, meowing over tracks like a feline
Check how we do this, yes I’m a beast, uh
No, I’m a cat, so I don’t need no leash
Uh, but where my dawgs at? Y’all must have forgot that
I be improvising off the top with the raw raps
Yeah, yo, you know I love to spit and rock
Other rappers are shitty just like a litter box
H. Mack, man, you know I got the freestyles ‘till I’m senile
Now the woman ‘bout to meow at me
But we ain’t got no time for cat calls
I’m improvising live when I’m kicking my raps y’all
Doing it for you, I’m never gon’ lose
I’m earning stripes like Adidas, I ain’t talking ‘bout shoes
Matter of fact, I get the check like Nike’s the brand
Uh, Mack killed the game? It’s unlikely my man
And then I turn on ‘em, show ‘em just how I bust
Yeah, and Harry Mack, y’all better trust
This for the consumers, yeah, kids call me the boomer
But still, I’m leaping off the kicks like the brand of the Puma
Uh, next level movement, I’ma bring a strong verse
I’ma all-star like some motherfuckin’ Converse
Yeah, ayo, you gon die
Rappers really tripping kinda like their shoes untied
Yeah, the way I do it, I’m too dope with flows
From here to Kosovo, don’t rock no open toes
Nah, I rock the steel toes kicking it hard
I’m ripping the bars for certain, I don’t need no façade
I’m really out here, yeah, y’all know I’m absurd
Okay, I did the first and the second, what’s the last word?
I kinda forgot, I’m gonna have to bring that back
What was the third word that you wanted in my raps? (Football)
Oh yeah, it’s all good y’all
How could I forget? Yo, it’s fucking football
The American sport, I spit it with real soul
Scoring a touchdown, then hitting the field goal
Never getting tackled, y’all know what I mean
Ayo, we about to win the championship with the team
Yeah, about to get the trophy in a major way
When I’m done, they about to splash me with the Gatorade
The way that I’m doing it right off the top, yo I’m getting the stack
She got the hoodie on with the orange mixed with the black
Yeah, Mack coming through plus it got stripes on the motherfucking anklets
Harry Mack, you know I’m about to bang this
It’s not called the anklet, it’s called the cuff
But now she’s fucking with it, she threw her hood up
Uh, ayo, I be getting down, this MC strong
I dig the hoodie with the orange and the neon
Yeah, I’m about to freak ‘em with the rhymes
I shine just like the light that’s steady peeking through your blinds
Let’s go!

[Part 3]
Freestyle lyrics, I’m up for the task
I hopped in the room, then I said “Do night mask.”
Uh, he said, “You think it’s a mask? This my skin.”
That was an awkward note on which to begin
I’ll admit, my bad, but now we gonna end the negativity
‘cause really I ain’t mean to offend
Yeah, I’m tryna be cool when up in this place
And I’m sorry thought it was a mask, when it’s your face
Listen, ayo, check out what they do to me
He said, “my face looks like this ‘cause of puberty.”
Man it happens, you done went through a lot
But listen, I’m about to do something that hit the spot
I said I’m on another level every time it goes down
Peace to all of my guitarists who be dressing like clowns
Man, I’m doing what I’m feeling and my lyrics is reckless
I’m shining kinda like my dude rocking the necklace
Yeah, it’s like this, I’ma make ‘em aware
Okay, that’s your real face, but is that your real hair?
Let me know right now, I’ma hold it closely
He said, “I ain’t got a topic homie, just roast me.”
Well, I’m about to do it, you know I’m kicking the fluid, you know I see far
Peace to my homie rocking the mask and rocking the hair with the guitar
Come off the top when I spit this, letting the people just witness
When I be rhyming, you know I expose them
Like the door in the back, I’m open
Harry Mack coming off the top now
Every time I improvise with a hot sauce and I do it just for my peace
Every time I rhyme and I do go deep
Yeah, I’m about to make your motherfucking head hurt
Peace out to my homie in the mask in the red shirt
Bah!

[Part 4]
When it comes to raw lyrics, I be pressin’ a threat
My flow is like some pussy, ‘cause you know it stay wet
Mack with the bars that they gotta recite
In fact, rhymes like virgin pussy, ‘cause they way too tight
Come up off the tip, I’m the freshest rhymer
When I’m done rapping, hop up in some vagina
Mack up all up on it, I’ma make it aware
They never calling me a pussy ‘cause I never been scared
No fear, I’ma spit the rhymes that you hear
Every times I drop my bars, man they sounding too clear
Yeah, Mack the type of rapper that’ll bury your vision
Antidisestablishmentarianism
Uh, y’all know I’m lyrically the strongest nerd
It ain’t hard for me to use the longest word
Ayo, y’all just don’t get it, I rap
Uh huh, probably figured you’d trick me with that
But yo, I’m still here and I’m fully evolved
Graffiti artist, I be writing rhymes on the wall
Matter of fact, I’m on some amazing shit
They couldn’t stop me with a wall that was made of bricks
Let’s get it, Harry Mack, higher sober for y’all
Lyrically I’m hopping over the wall
Yeah, I be saying peace to all my supporters
They tryna build a wall at the motherfuckin’ border
Fuck that, I’m not with it, we about to pass through
If you out of line, step to Mack, I’ma smash you
Yeah, I got the bars that’s sure to enrich them
Wondering if they were conceived in the kitchen
Yeah, it could have happened y’all, I’m on the wildest scene
I think my parents got freaky on Halloween
Yeah, ayo, you know I’m about to rip the beat
They were in the sheets together yelling out “Trick ‘r Treat”
Harry Mack, yo, I’m on another level
When it comes to bars, dawg, I’m never gonna settle
Freestyle lyrics, I’ma bust it my man
Yeah, I do my rhymes, do it just for the fans
It’s like that!

[Part 5]
Peace to my homie who’s starting to dance
Asked him where he’s at, he said “out in France.”
I just be out here, I work in the kitchen
Every time I flow, you know I’m enrichin’
Your whole vibe, check how I’m stylin’
When I start kicking bars, he start smilin’
Everything that I do on point
Peace to my homie who be blazing a joint
Yeah, you know that I’m dope with the fuck
Treat the mic like a joint, then I’m smoking it up
Matter of fact, I perfumed the whole room
Harry Mack, about to get you high like the boom
Uh, I be holy like an apostle
He’s breathing in the joint, blowing smoke through his nostril
Yeah, all of my lyrics are colossal
Uh, you know that I’m about to go and grab it
When I’m on it, I’ma add it, I’ll be puffing on the reefer
I’m about to turn the skeptic to a believer
Yeah, you know that I really go hard
Grab on the mic and I’m leaving them scarred
Yeah, you know I spit to your ears
Now with the joint he’d be gripping his beer
When I be rhyming, I’m going full throttle
He’d just be sipping the beer out the bottle
Uh, I’m about to spit it for you
Making weird sound like a didgeridoo
Harry Mack, like a crazy Flemish, like an instrument from an alien
Yeah, check out the flow I’m achieving
I should just practice some circular breathing
That shit would really be pain relieving
Yeah, I’m about to squeeze all my steezin’
Uh, squeezing my steelo into the track when I rhyme like this
Uh, shout out to my man, ‘cause he’s rolling a joint, now he’s about to get lit
Uh, check out the way that I grab it, I’m steady performing
I said, “What’s up with your average day?”
He said, “I wake early in the morning, then I’ll be puffing my joint
I wake and I bake and then I go to work, I don’t make mistakes
I’m all in the kitchen, you know what I do
Yes, I’m getting down as a sous-chef”
I asked him, “What’s the cuisine?”
He looked at me like “The fuck do you mean?
It’s just the standard cuisine out in France”
I’m like “Alright, cool dawg, I see your stance.”
Uh, then on his break, smokes another one
Uh, Harry Mack flowing undercover sun
Yeah, you know that I like Lee rap
And I might just snap for my homie who be rocking the Nike hat
While he’s blowing out smoke, tryna tell him with the lyrics
Man, I’ve never been a joker
Just be doing what I’m feeling representing for my people
And you know my flow is lethal while I’m rocking on Omegle
And I do it on the Internet, you know I’ll be a bigger threat
I’m about to kill ya like your lungs from the cigarettes
Uh, Harry Mack is standing there
Now my man throwing his hands in the air
Matter of fact, when I rap with these
He gets so excited that he slaps his knees
Huh, you know there’s no replacing me, man
Now he got his face in his hand
Saying “Oh, man.”
They really can’t believe it, I do my freestyle
They ask me “What’s the secret?”
I told ‘em it ain’t nothin’, no love for those that’s judgin’
Shout out to my man, I feel connected like we cousins
What’s good?!