bass high, sitting low,
spitting different flows,
same day different clothes, I'm sipping spirits slow,
hit the sto, can I get some mo,
like I'm oliver twist with my libations,
judging me but where's your robe and why the fuck you violating,
If I wanna chill let me do so til I'm cold,
like the beer up in my hand or the depths of my soul,
your chest full of gold but ain't nothing up inside,
I know cause I'm more introspective than you realize,
been effective since the womb, and I'm special like a kick returner,
specializing like a chef on a set of twin burners,
Ike turner with the beats, might burn ya with the heat,
feel like rodney dangerfield they never give respect for me,
close to my enemys like magnets to refrigerators,
we the innovators of this show you should syndicate us,
like cicadas, on occasion, we the flyest in the nation,
tuning to the the rhythms like a resonating vibration,

Chorus:

name a weapon more potent than the mind of mac
the heart of G like a scribe when he rap
got the skills from pure will and he ain’t looking back
he just vibe to the rhythms now why u hating that?

name a weapon more potent than a mind full of rhymes,
all I need is words and I can shut it down,
got the skills from pure will and I ain’t looking back
I'm just vibing to the rhythms now why u hating that?


Yeah, I’m just here for the year.
Patiently waiting while I’m banging out these tracks
Like a lumberjack i gotta a steer clear
Of the timber on Tinder cold as the winter when the wind blows
It eclipse the soul to fit the mold just like ceramic
Ready to explode i’m volcanic
I’m bout my cash flow like DJ Quick
Cuz if it don’t make dollars, then it don’t make sense
Write a rhyme bide my time for the recompense
First the love ya then they hate ya like the president
Why don’t you tell me bout your everything, you know the new and old stuff
People outchea thuggin’ rocking skinny jeans and bowl cuts
Now what the fuck kinda life is that?
Go home and find you panty line where the diapers at
Cuz these babies having babies and they wanna be grown
Fresh off that Similac and Infamil and full of hormones
They don’t know about that whip appeal and what lies beneath
They don’t know bout Spalackavellie, they don’t know Jon B
So I dedicate this verse to Mackin 101
Make a change to save the the game my job is far from done