Lyrics Harry Mack – Omegle Bars Episode 1 | New Today Lyrics

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 hd screen
I’mma 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 motherfuckin’ rainbow
Yeah, i’d rip 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’mma 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’mma 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’mma 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, hey yo, y’all know that i’m too ill
I’mma go deep, take both the red and blue pill

Yeah, hey yo, 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, peep 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, hey yo, 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, hey yo, i bring y’all back to the essence
Yo, that wine glass is full circle, ‘cause it’s florescent

Uh, it’s harry mack, ya’ll 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’mma let ‘em all know, hard to find like waldo
I’mma see direct to the horizon
Shine like rainbows that are connected just like verizon
Mah!

Second person

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’mma bring a strong verse
I’mma all-star like some motherfuckin’ converse
Yeah, hey yo, you gon die
Rappers really tripping 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
Hey yo, 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, hey yo, 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!

Third person

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, hey yo, 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’mma make ‘em aware
Okay, that’s your real face, but is that your real hair?
Let me know right now, i’mma 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!

Forth person

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’mma make it aware
They never calling me a pussy ‘cause i never been scared

No fear, i’mma 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
Hey yo, 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’mma 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, hey yo, 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’mma bust it my man
Yeah, i do my rhymes, do it just for the fans
It’s like that!

Fifth person

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 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’mma 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?!