[Part 1]:
Uh, uh, yo they diggin' on this sound of mine
I'm 'bout to kick my rhymes while I'm moving down the line
I got the power, rappers step to Mack they get devoured
And when I flow, homie, I grow just like your flowers
It's H. Mack, every time I'm spittin' I sound dope
Shout my girl in the Herringbone and girl in the brown coat
Mack calls it out, everybody comes together
When it comes to rhymes I'm off the top, the people know I'm clever
Yeah, they goin' mad 'cause style is what I have
And when I'm spittin', yo, I got patterns just like yo' plaid or the checkerboard
Yo, I'm puttin' lyrics in your face
My flow's hella hot like my dude in the North Face
Yeah, he's got the coat on, I'm comin' with the dope songs
I'm never bored, shout my man in brown coat that's Cord?
Yeah, it's Mack up on it, yo, I got his head noddin'
Kickin' lyrics that are awesome do this very often
Uh, ayo, when I'm on the mic I'm in the great stance
Shout my girl in the white kicks and the grey pants
Callin' out whatever I'm seein', yo, I'm rippin'
I'm here outside the building, the flavor is Egyptian
I'm 'bout to do it off the top with lyrics out the barrel
I said I'm 'bout to break inside this building, it's the pharaohs
Yeah, I put it down forever, yo, I got the pure voice, the sure choice
Now shout my girl in black boots and the turquoise
Mack, I put it down forever, bars are way too clever
Yeah, you make me look underdressed rockin' your sweater
Uh, it's Mack up on it for eternity, I burn MC's
I be the illest off the top, the one they wanna learn to be
Uh, step to Mack, yo, you do it too soon
I go boom, shout my man in the Vans that's maroon
Yeah, Mack do it properly
When they step to me you know that they fail, plus he got the T-shirt that is grayscale
It's Harry Mack, man, you know I'mma aim this
Yo, that jacket looks dope, damn, I got the same shit
H&M, yo, we shop at the same stores
Harry Mack, I'm off the top, these rappers get slain more
Uh, ayo, I do it proper and they like me
I'm in my psyche, I just do it like Nike
Uh, I'm off the top when I bang with the styles
My homie got the B on his cap, we are "PALS"
Yeah, we come together as friends I be a fun guy
Ayo, plus he got the Vans that are untied
Uh, ayo, there's no one who can hold me up
This dude is mad excited he be mouthin' "holy fuck"
Ayo, I'm seein', yeah, I'm speakin' legit
He ain't have to say it out loud, I was readin' his lips
Uh, ayo, y'all know I don't write it before
He so impressed by the lyrics, walked inside of the door
Now he's comin' back out, I'm amazin' with rhymes
He went inside and thought "yo, I might lose my place in the line"
Now he's back again, Harry Mack, yo, I do it good
I go over your head like your hat over your hood
Yeah, I do it properly, put it together logically
When it be coming to hottest frees, ain't no one stoppin' me
Uh, I'm way too ill, you know I got the dopest vibe
Kinda like yo' Ray-Bans, you know my flow is polarised
Harry Mack, yo, I flex with the raps
I can see they polarised and you paid extra for that
That's what's up, through the high-five it connects
When it comes to kickin' lyrics I be live and direct
Uh, and when it comes to speakin' rhymes I'm forever dope
I said my lyrics is tough just like your leather coat
Ayo, I be out here makin' them moves
Ayo, this looks like nice leather I can tell that it's smooth
Uh, I do it off the top, y'all know that these rappers are not struttin'
He got the button up and did the top button
All the way up to the collar, I make you holla
Yo, when it be coming to rhymes I'm the freestyle scholar
Uh, ayo, y'all know I got passionate flows
You have a leather coat too, y'all are matchin' with those
H. Mack movin' on, they say my flow is scandalous
I'm doin' damages, he's representin' Los Angeles
Uh, ayo, I'm pretentious as hell
Wait, y'all got the polarised lenses as well
Uh, do y'all shop at the same sunglass hut?
Harry Mack I tear it up, other rappers gettin' cut
Like that y'all, ayo, I'm makin' y'all believers
Wakin' y'all like Sativa, she rockin' the fly FILA's
With the blue and the white, I'm way too tight
When it be comin' to the rhymes, yo, I stay outta sight
I do it right here and now, I be rockin' the crowd
My man he got the jewellery injected in brow
Yeah, it's Mack right now, I'm doin' it so ill
I grab the mic and spill, other rappers who I kill
Yeah, I get up on the mic I be lyrically blazin'
I seen she was lookin' back at me, in amazement
Now I'm here right now just to make it known
It's Harry Mack don't ever knock me out of my throne
Uh, ayo, y'all know I got ill-ass swag
I don't know the brand but that looks like a fancy bag
Uh, I pour raps, I probably couldn't afford that
Yo, I be mad controversial like Borat
Uh, shout to my man, yo, y'all know that the Mack says
What he says? Rappers like yo' buttons, they go halfway
I go the whole way out of control when I spit
Yo, I'm gone, bro, he got the stripes that's horizontal
I go beyond, yo, while I'm rippin' it
Harry Mack when it be comin' to rhymes I'm on some different shit
Uh, compared to rappers I be rappin' iller
I birthed a butterfly out of a caterpillar
Yeah, ayo, y'all know I'm beyond when I spark
I be beautiful just like a Monarch
That's a type of butterfly if y'all don't know, these boys bore me
These are those three-eyed aliens out of Toy Story
Ayo, I see that she got it on the case
I can rap about anything that's in front of my face
Yeah, anytime the beat plays the Mack goes off
Take a chance, I'm more advanced than an Apple watch
Yeah, I do it proper, man, while y'all rappers tryin'
I could say I'm wack, but then I would be lyin' (LION)
Get it? I be lyin' a lot
I don't know why these rappers even try to be hot
Uh, lyrics that I spit up off the top you know they stay clean
I'm 'bout to win in this game, that's not no "DAYDREAM"
Uh, readin' what I see he got it open
Lyrically I be provokin' when it comes to rhyme I'm dope as they come
Uh, y'all know that my lyrics is smokin' hot
I like how they stuck a couple hearts in your polka dots
Yeah, you gotta look close just to know
I boast with the flow, I'm roastin' my foes
Uh, I do it better, man, y'all know I got that true swag
You got lots of stuff on you so you need two bags
Yeah, ayo, I grab the mic and harm ya
The bag up to the right, ayo, the brand is Under Armour
The bag right here is from Film Festival
Everytime I grab the mic I cause cardiac arrest with flows
The best to go right offa the tip with non-written
I see you got the water bottle hidden
Yeah, Harry Mack, yo, they love the flare
Plus leftovers from earlier in a Tupperware
Sorry for creepin' in your bag, that's kinda weird
Harry Mack the dude who freestyles with the beard
Pound to my people just to let 'em know that it's love
When it be comin' to rhymes right offa the top, I'm risin' above
Uh, ayo, plug me in your channel through the panel
I'm off the mantle, lit like candle, he be rockin' flannel
Yeah, you know I got the hottest phlegm around
He ain't hear me rappin' 'bout him though 'cause he was bendin' down
Oh I see, hey yo, I see what you do
I got my cameraman but now we got alternative view
Uh, and when I do it, yo, I need no correction
This is very meta, this is some kind of filmin' inception
Ayo, we keep it all properly, put words together logically
When it comes to frees there ain't no stoppin' me, I'm poppin', G
Listen, I'm spittin' for y'all
Like these hieroglyphics, I'm winnin', it's written on walls
Yeah, Mack gotta give it, I spit it, I'm hella vivid through the whole rhyme
Ayo, I'm off the top we comin' with the dope rhyme
Yeah, y'all know that I slay the free
Shout to all the people up here looking away from me, standin' adjacently
Some o' y'all are vibin'
But Mack be leadin' all these MC's right to the slaughter
Uh, ayo, I got my cap on, that be my head swag
Shout my girl in blue and green stripes and the red bag
Yeah, I'm callin' what I see, do it free, easily
There's no other rapper who can mess with me
Uh, when it comes to rhymes I be the mellowest type
Shout to my homie in the blue shoes and the yellow and white
Every outfit that I'm seein' is incorporated easily
Aight, let's bounce from the line they don't believe in me
Uh, right to the back where the whole thing started
Harry Mack, from the mic, I cannot be parted, it's like that
[Verse 2: "Bands"]:
Yo, yo, yo, yo, I be tearin' up the beat on the ground where we stand
I be comin' for the money tryna stack up my bands
Yeah, Harry Mack I get it, yo, y'all know I'mma dub ya
Ayo, if I fall down, I bounce back like rubber-bands
Ayo, I make you understand properly
Grab the mic and then I put my words together logically
The raw creator, everything I drop is major
I wake up and I smoke marijuana 'cause I'm a "BAKER"
Uh, I come right off the top y'all know that I said it
This girl died, she's impressed rockin' Half Worldwide
Uh, ayo, it's not subtle enough
And it's ill when I spill, she did a couple of buttons but the rest are open
Ayo, the best I've always been no doubt
Matter fact I'm addicted like flavors just from In-N-Out
Uh, and can't nobody go beyond me
The classic In-N-Out cup, the top that got the palm trees
Yeah, I'm representin' with a live crew
Late night kickin' In-N-Out for the drive thru
Somebody give another word so I can use that
Never fakin', I'm creatin' with the true facts
Yo, yo, right there, shout to my man with the spiked hair
Yo, I'm dope and I'm fly
When you leaned in for the high-five, this was poked in my eye
God damn, it's Harry Mack I'm ill with the rhymes
Yo, your hair is so sharp my shit almost went blind
Yeah, doin' what I gotta do I got the people crackin' up
My money really stackin' up when I spit rappers actin' up
I'm doin' the shit that I'm feelin' when I'm out here goin' hard
We chillin' at Hollywood Boulevard, right next to the stars
Yeah, ayo, I'm 'bout to spit some flames on it
You could get the fame and you can have your name on it
Open right there just waitin' for you
Harry Mack comin' through, undebatable crew
High-five, thanks to y'all just for throwin' out words
And showin' support, it's Harry Mack, it's also what's up
[Verse 3: "Cigarette?" & "Pineapple"]:
Cool, let's get it, uh, yo, yo, yo, yo, compared to all these rappers you know Harry Mack's the bigger threat
I'm known for smokin' microphones like a cigarette
Yeah, I got the words in no plan
When I spit it I'm fly just like that bird on your hand
H. Mack when I do it, y'all know that I'm too fly
Eatin' y'all at Tick's and delivers from Two Guys
Ayo, there is no way they can get rid of me
But I'm from Portland, Oregon, not from Italy
Ayo, it's Mack I put it down I got the sick flow
I make the people get low, he reppin' San Francisco
SF, man, you know I'm the truest guy
But for me it's not San Francisco it stands for Super Fly
Yeah, H. Mack rearrange the letters
When it comes to rhymes, can't nobody do it better
Uh, ayo, when I'm on the mic I came to ride
He got Adidas stripes, different colors on each side
See this one is the black on the other side it's all white
Ayo, I dig the style, homie, that looks alright
My man got them all black Air Forces
It's Harry Mack it's up the top off the dome I scorch this
Someone throw another word so I can keep it movin'
When it comes to rhymes I'm constantly improvin'
Yeah, ayo, there ain't another rapper like me
Ayo, yo' flow is like a pineapple, that shit is spiky
And rough but my flow is smooth I'm gettin' loose, G
Matter fact like pineapple, my lyrics is juicy
Uh, Harry Mack, yo, I'm callin' out MC's
Kill 'em dead like spiky pineapple fallin' outta trees, and crash in the dome
Ayo, I need no microphone
Everytime that I'm spittin', dog, I stay up in the zone
I rip son, ayo, I'm just displayin' my Gibson
I got lyrics and supply like Brixton
Yeah, ayo, I'm proud of these rhymes
Quite yo' speakers down 'cause that's just louder than mine
Yeah, H. Mack, yo, you know they lovin' this stuff
Off top over these tracks, I cover 'em up, it's like that, yo
[Verse 4]:

[Harry Mack]:
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, listen, Harry Mack, I take a chance at this song (Uhuh)
The beat is playin' and my girl is dancin' along (What? What? What?)
Uh, Harry Mack, y'all know I be rappin' for crews
I wish all of my fans were as active as you
Uh, it's Harry Mack, yo, I got all that fat shit
And while I do my verses she's providin' the ad-libs (Uh!)
Yeah, my style, yo, they can't even reach it
I dig the way you got the hair braid and then bleached it

[Ad-lib Gal (B-Baby?)]:
Now won't you tell 'em what you represent, tell 'em what you represent (Uh)
Tell 'em what you represent, what I call me P, yep I, represent yep yep, that CPT-TTT
And they call me what they call me, they call me P, baby (Uh)
And I don't give a fuck, I do my spirity shit
And I'm rappin' with this guy and he doin' this shit (Uh)
I come with two cuties, everywhere you go
Now I throw this mic on you, let me hear you do your shit now

[Harry Mack]:
Hear me do my shit now, y'all know I got these freestyles
And when I do it like this, I make the people get down (Ay!)
Yeah, I be spittin' bars with impurity
I feel safe rollin' around with security (Alright!)
Yo, everywhere we go we need protectors
She got her arm around her friend and now they so connected
Harry Mack, I do it properly y'all know that I spit it rare
And both o' y'all got the reddish flare in the hair

[Ad-lib Gal (B-Baby?)]:
And then I freestyle kinda cool, man, be act shit hella cool
I'm feelin' life really good when I'm rockin' the booth (Uh)
And where we at? We on that Boulevard
Both of y'all, we on that Hollywood Boulevard
Represent that West Coast
Doin' my shit with the crazy stupid sick ass flow (Uh)
All that and I'm wit' it though (Uh)
And I'm wit' it though (Yeah)
'Cause I know you really wanna get up on it once you get though

[Harry Mack]:
Yeah, get up on it I'mma go 'cause I'm so fly
You got me feelin' underdressed with yo' bowtie (Uhuh)
Yeah, Harry Mack these rappers make me barf, uh
Shout to the woman who's rockin' the grey scarf (Do yo' thang)
Yeah, yo, I'm comin' through with the dope songs
It's warm outside she ain't even got the coat on (Uhuh!)
Yeah, ayo, I don't need no DJ's
Shout my dude representin' RVCA
I seen the T-shirt in the back
I think as fast as I think, plus she sippin' on the coffee drink
When I do my thing, yo, I visualize the sick dreams
Like you got on yo' coffee, I'm milky like some whipped cream
Harry Mack do it better, I'm the man
Understand, plus he got the tat by his hand
Yeah, ayo, they sayin' my song's weird
But when I'm flowin' I'm growin' just like that long beard
Yeah, it's Mack, all o' my lyrics I kick is well-writ'
Goin' right into battle, I don't need no helmet
Yeah, check it, yo, I'm rippin' in the pocket
I can see my homie's phone is stickin' out his pocket
Harry Mack, I make you feel it, the lyric I deal it
If I was a pickpocket I'd bump into you, and steal it
But that is not my vibe, homie, high-five
Everytime I kick the lyrics, man, the people get live, it's like that, yo