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1982 - '82 - '92 lyrics

[mac miller]
hey, hey. . . what up, term?
uh-huh. . . and it go like
i’m just gonna let the beat ride out a little bit
you know what i mean?
just so you can feel what i’m feeling
alright, now that we on the same page
alright, look. . . hey, hey

[mac miller]
we be making that cl-ssic sh-t
rapping on some statik hits
immaculate mac’ll spazz and laugh at all these average kids
be with the baddest b-tch
style’s so miraculous
and you heard me spit
but you don’t even know the half of it
keep it funky hungry like i need some money
cheeky so my speech is funny
own it like it’s bees and honey
tweedle-dee and dummy
trying to take some gs up from me
yeah they hate me but they love me
i be sillier than putty
motherf-cker, y’all be shapeshifting
hate spitting, but with them wack bars
take pictures with 8 b-tches, boy we some rap stars
used to f-ck around and just kick it in my backyard
now i’m on the road, hitting shows with some bad broads
me and term be on that hip hop sh-t
surprised this young one here know what real hip hop is
everybody here be like, ‘oh, this my ish’
hey yo term, go on kick that sh-t

[termanology]
listen my mellow the metal will turn you into jello
claimin’ that you peddle with mettle but never in the ghetto
k!ll a fellow rapper, immaculate never will i settle
with a middle cl-ss budget cause buddy i get the cheddar
scr-pe up you amateurs, babble on when i batter ya
bakin’ brownies with hash in ’em, bachelor who be smashin’ them
gucci wallet attractin’ ’em hoochies always be flashin’ them
loosies yo i be stackin’ ’em so really i’m imaginin’
the wax k!ller, with mac miller my rap’s iller
just ask spitter, for currency i’m a cash getter
i smash twitter and facebook, you straight shook
i do a song with you homie and it’s a great look
my shotty handle is armani, they all on me
call mami and twist her back out like origami
i pour johnny walker in my cup
ever since a little pup
i knew me and stat was gonna live it up

(sicker than your average– who’s really the sh-t?)
(1-9-8-2. 1-9- 9- 2 rhymes-too.)

[mac miller]
i’m better than good it sounds so
now they mad they hating on him
girlies be waitin’ i’m skating a figure 8 up on ’em
b-tches be making me lemonade and cupcakes
now you on my d-ck b-tch, tell me how my nuts taste

[termanology]
and we like ‘f-ck jake’, trying to get this puff cake
we bad boys for real, homie you trunk sp-ce
i’ll put a body in a maserati from the lottie
i’m packing y’all in, a rottie mixed with the dalai lami

[mac miller]
you mad i ain’t as lame as you
eating beats like some asian food
flowing that’s uncontainable
rooftop, amazing view
a million rappers in the game but i’mma make it soon
they spending money for me, now i’mma pay for you

[termanology]
squash you like a tomato do
burners while high will blaze at you
my mami take the pillow and bite it when i be lacin’ it
it’s undebateable
roll around with a hater crew
mac was born in ’92 but he rhyme like he from ’82

(sicker than your average– who’s really the sh-t?)
(1-9-8-2. 1-9-rhymes-too)
(1982, the album coming soon, b-tch!)
[scratch out til end]

- 1982 lyrics

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