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harry mack - blasphemy lyrics

[intro: harry mack]
yuh, yuh, yuh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
okay, ah, okay, ah

[verse: harry mack]
check the way that i’m rippin’, man, i got ’em all flippin’
i leave rappers terrified, they be scared, they be chicken
yeah, check the way i’m doin’ it, that freestyle guy
word to chicken, word to birds, ’cause my lyrics too fly

i be comin’ off the tip of this and spittin’ the best
h+mack, i cook you up just like a chicken breast
yeah, i ain’t got no time to kick it with these dumb sh+ts
word to chicken legs, i got rhythm like drumsticks

mack on another level when i do my thing
improvised, leave you fried, somethin’ like some chicken wings
yeah, you think you on my level, problem is you not, boss
i’m spicy like some chicken wings up in the hot sauce

follow along, k!llin’ the song, none of these rappers have heard me
similar but we be different, they be a chicken, i’m turkey
bigger and badder when i’m takin’ flight, everything that i grab on the mic
just to recite sounds like somethin’ you might sit down to write
but it’s improvised constantly, i bomb emcees, i’m droppin’ words
ayo, i’m seein’ to a distance, no binoculars
yeah, everything i’m spittin’ soundin’ h+lla dope
they couldn’t see me even if they had a telescope

h+mack, man, my vibe ain’t never subtle, you in trouble
couldn’t see me if you’s watchin’ on the hubble
listen, i’m in another galaxy, another stratosphere
breakin’ through the atmosphere, the dopest figure, that was clear

wait, i’m breakin’ through the atmosphere when i slam it?
i guess i’m in a sp+cecraft that’s aerodynamic!
see, mack takin’ flight when he’s doin’ his thing
i’m movin’ fast, aerodynamic when spreadin’ my wings

now follow me there, i’m ’bout to blast ya, i’m movin’ past ya
i make ya gasp for air like asthma, i’m like nasa
i’m leavin’ the surface and livin’ my purpose, these rappers is worthless
when i’m spittin’, they be sweatin’, they nervous

i keep it goin’
yeah, the mack ain’t never fakin’
fryin’ instrumentals like we cookin’ up some bacon
every time i’m spittin’, people know we gettin’ reckless

[inhale] d+mn, that smells good! bacon is for breakfast!
we got the eggs as well, i’m goin’ over easy
rappers tryna spit like me but they do not please me
i’m so sick, i’m queasy, i’m ’bout to vomit
i crack your planet with the comet
mack is fully up on it
i keep it honest, that’s a promise
yo, i’ma keep on goin’ when i blast bars
from l.a. to madagascar
ayo, you didn’t think my brain could stretch that far
heyo, i race around these tracks just like a nascar
ayo, it has to be so, y’all know we here to cause catastrophes
actually, i’ma cause a casualty casually, i’m rollin’ with my faculties
and utilizin’ faculties to smash emcees
yeah, holla back, my g
that mack emcee be goin’ deeper, y’all know what we on
brand new lyrics is about to get sp+wned
hold up, madagascar is what i heard
and now i’m tryna remember, “what was the last word?”
heyo, i’m here for all o’ y’all, somebody remind me

[“blasphemy! blasphemy!”]

oh, it’s blasphemy! you shoulda asked for me
i did that whole scheme about casually causing casualties
and that shoulda come after, g

but now i’ll work it in, you better know the scheme
it’s h+mack, i be out here livin’ my dream
yeah, i grip up on the m+i+c and i create for y’all
how many people on screen?! shout to all eight o’ y’all!

h+yeah, i know all around the world, they heard me
peace the homie with the basketball, homie in red jersey
yeah, i get loose when i free these flows
he got the adidas jersey that says bmo
harry mack, i keep it movin’, when i’m rockin’, they gon’ get amped
shout the homie leanin’ in rockin’ the gray sweatpants
hold up, and they be blown away by what i do for y’all
then again, gray sweatpants applies to two o’ y’all

ayo, y’all know i live my dream with ease
this homie got his arm straight up leaned on the knee
yeah, arm stretchin’ across, i wreck like a boss
yeah, when it be comin’ to lyrics, you know that i never be takin’ no loss
i just go in, i’m goin’ deep when i be lyrically all in a creep, i’m never cheap
all o’ these rappers, they claim that they flexin’, but they h+lla weak
listen, i’m off the tip o’ the dome droppin’ these fly poems
peace to the homie in the back up on the iphone

what!

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