Telepathic Connections
Yeah, okay, uhh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uhh
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Listen,uhh
I'm a get you fucked up
Like ticket shops at more-henny
I'm a smoke the microphone
Like joints when its 420
I got everything that you need
420 on the clock
So we lightin' up some weed
Y'all know we bout to have them trees fuckin rolled up
Everytime i rhyme you know he's on some cold stuff
Off the head and i'm fly
You got them big shades
Just to block the red in your eyes
Hmack i keep on spittin'
And y'all know i don't front
And when it comes to rhymin'
Yo i gotta keep it blunt
I get you pumped up
I'm about to drop the bombs
Said my name is bubububelin'
Somethin' like a bong
Hmack i'm comin' through
Y'all know im bout to smash mics
Yeah i'm that type
Get you lifted like that glass pipe
Hold a carb
I go hard
Then you breathe a cloud out
Kickin' styles over these tracks
Just like a roundhouse, uhh
Y'all know this track is bout to get destroyed
But what's up with all these outta pocket little boys
They all over omegle
There's no denyin'
How the fuck they call you ugly
And they really got you cryin'
Nah you not ugly
That word is not suitable
I can see you right now
You lookin' beautiful, yeah
Ayo i come through with plenty crew
Fuck these little boys
Yo its 2022
Keep on flexin'
And use your brain as a weapon
Crush these little boys that be steppin'
Cause when they outta pocket
They foul and you flagrant
Ayo i'm channelling energies that are ancient - styles
I got a mirriod
I got you hearin' this
My rhyme style is based on ancient technologies - pyramids
Hmack im comin' through
Y'all know i'm staight up slayin'
They gon pay for him
Cause Harry Macks an ancient alien
Alliterations throughout these bitter nations
I be blowin peoples minds with these spit creations
I'm exquisit
Y'all know my rhymes deliberate
And its eched into the walls like hyroglyphics
Beautifully written
Who are these dudes even kiddin'
Every time i get loose with the rhythm
My music is hittin'
Y'all know im producin' the vision
Mack comin' through with the spittin'
Never ever writtin' cause its off the top
Y'all know when the mics pugged in i often rock
I'm a make it happen whenever i do this
420 on to ancient
Now let me think of the third word
That im engagin'
Hold up
You when it comes to rhymes
Man i got this
What was the third word
My bad yo i forgot it
(...)
Say it again
(...)
What
Telepathic
Oh that's right
Oh that's right
My bad i was tryna work magic
I was tryin to remember through your thoughts - telepathic
And y'all know i be makin you proud
I wanted to have mind connection
Not say it out loud
But mack im comin' through
Man you know i do it magically
My tactics be the type
That enter you mind telepathically
And y'all know when im on the mic i slay it
Telepathic rhymes
I ain't even have to say shit
Like [...]
And you feelin' it
Damn he's killin' it
I ain't got to say it out loud
When I'm wreckin'
I just [...]
And make the mental connection
Telepathic energy y'all know what we about
Kill the mic whenever i be rockin' no doubt
When i started rhymin'
You you had to stand up
Threw your shades on
And you put both of your hands up
And y'all know we got the spittin' noise
Just to make sure these little boys
Straight up get destroyed
Hmack man i'm way above the average
Like the size of your shades
Yo my freestyles
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uhh
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Listen,uhh
I'm a get you fucked up
Like ticket shops at more-henny
I'm a smoke the microphone
Like joints when its 420
I got everything that you need
420 on the clock
So we lightin' up some weed
Y'all know we bout to have them trees fuckin rolled up
Everytime i rhyme you know he's on some cold stuff
Off the head and i'm fly
You got them big shades
Just to block the red in your eyes
Hmack i keep on spittin'
And y'all know i don't front
And when it comes to rhymin'
Yo i gotta keep it blunt
I get you pumped up
I'm about to drop the bombs
Said my name is bubububelin'
Somethin' like a bong
Hmack i'm comin' through
Y'all know im bout to smash mics
Yeah i'm that type
Get you lifted like that glass pipe
Hold a carb
I go hard
Then you breathe a cloud out
Kickin' styles over these tracks
Just like a roundhouse, uhh
Y'all know this track is bout to get destroyed
But what's up with all these outta pocket little boys
They all over omegle
There's no denyin'
How the fuck they call you ugly
And they really got you cryin'
Nah you not ugly
That word is not suitable
I can see you right now
You lookin' beautiful, yeah
Ayo i come through with plenty crew
Fuck these little boys
Yo its 2022
Keep on flexin'
And use your brain as a weapon
Crush these little boys that be steppin'
Cause when they outta pocket
They foul and you flagrant
Ayo i'm channelling energies that are ancient - styles
I got a mirriod
I got you hearin' this
My rhyme style is based on ancient technologies - pyramids
Hmack im comin' through
Y'all know i'm staight up slayin'
They gon pay for him
Cause Harry Macks an ancient alien
Alliterations throughout these bitter nations
I be blowin peoples minds with these spit creations
I'm exquisit
Y'all know my rhymes deliberate
And its eched into the walls like hyroglyphics
Beautifully written
Who are these dudes even kiddin'
Every time i get loose with the rhythm
My music is hittin'
Y'all know im producin' the vision
Mack comin' through with the spittin'
Never ever writtin' cause its off the top
Y'all know when the mics pugged in i often rock
I'm a make it happen whenever i do this
420 on to ancient
Now let me think of the third word
That im engagin'
Hold up
You when it comes to rhymes
Man i got this
What was the third word
My bad yo i forgot it
(...)
Say it again
(...)
What
Telepathic
Oh that's right
Oh that's right
My bad i was tryna work magic
I was tryin to remember through your thoughts - telepathic
And y'all know i be makin you proud
I wanted to have mind connection
Not say it out loud
But mack im comin' through
Man you know i do it magically
My tactics be the type
That enter you mind telepathically
And y'all know when im on the mic i slay it
Telepathic rhymes
I ain't even have to say shit
Like [...]
And you feelin' it
Damn he's killin' it
I ain't got to say it out loud
When I'm wreckin'
I just [...]
And make the mental connection
Telepathic energy y'all know what we about
Kill the mic whenever i be rockin' no doubt
When i started rhymin'
You you had to stand up
Threw your shades on
And you put both of your hands up
And y'all know we got the spittin' noise
Just to make sure these little boys
Straight up get destroyed
Hmack man i'm way above the average
Like the size of your shades
Yo my freestyles
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Writer(s): Unknown, Harry Hamilton Mckenzie
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