Lyrics: Harry Hamilton McKenzie
Music: Eric Schell
Play me through your speakers get your stereo high
I build my own path Mack is not no stereotype.
(hey yo)
Y’all know these rappers don’t share no love at all
**** a stereotype I’m never judging you all
(hey yo)
You know I come off the top I’m kicking the dopest rhymes
Never be a stereotype and I’m keeping an open mind(yeah)
Y’all know that I’m doing this for hip hop lovers
**** a stereotype can’t judge a book by its cover
I’m ma do me forever
I come off the top though
I’m blowing your mind when I’m kicking these hot flows
yo hold up them ill flows yo hold up them flat flows yo hold up them fly flows they like pterodactyl
I’m over your head hey
Mack off the top kicking rhymes galore matter (of) fact my lyrics so old school
People compared me with the dinosaurs yeah
Every time I do it pop on stage and the fans they be begging for us
Fly like a terror deck don’t shot like the tail of stegosaurus eh
Mack off top when I do this y’all know I’m coming through just to flex eh
Matter (of) fact they come up short kinda like the arms all up on the racks
I’m ma do my things right now when I freeze down homie that’s a drastic part eh
Mack is a monster I break out the cage in Jurassic park eh
Do my shit and everyone is flipping eh eh
When I kick around I got my people tripping eh eh
Give you just a taste and I’ll give you more eh eh
Stereotype pterodactyl well I explore eh
When I’m exploring they be blown away from explorations
Harry Mack I wreck your mental state with all these wet creations
I’m going deeper than ever I’m dropping mad facts
He got the fitted cap I got the snap cap
Both of them flip backwards y’all know what we are all about
Anything I see and anything I hear I call it out
Anytime I’m rapping man I leave these rappers wasted
He said cat,dog something else I said not so basic
So he said alright give me a sec let me come through with some better words yeah
Then he hit me once again come with the cleverer verse the adj the adv and the nouns
Every time I got the mic I’m about to throw down
Do what I feel and you know that I’m gone peace to the homie listening with air pods
I can see them all in your ears every time I rhyme you know I spit it clear
H Mack y’all know that I’m fully evolved yeah
I see your clothes hanging on the wall hey
Even the rappers was the clothes that’s on your wall
Right now they still couldn’t hang with me
I’d have them falling down yeah
I said I spit this shit this lethal I make you cover your face when spitting bars up on Omegle
For me to blow your mind it truly is essential you so blown away you got your fingers on your temples let’s go