Unh, you about to flip yo' shit
H-Mack, man, I'm stayin' on a different tip
H-yeah, I hardly even started rippin'
This fool is jumpin' up and down, he's already trippin'

Yeah, I swear to god I'm spittin' with a passion
This is by far, like, the easiest reaction
I've hardly done anything, you're already buggin'
Yeah, wait a second, dawg, don't misjudge it

Let me prove myself, when I grab the mic, I know you seen me
Yeah, I be carbin' up and eatin' my linguine
Yeah, H-Mack, man, these rappers better lay low
I'm a boss, I got the sauce, that's Alfredo

Yеah, I'm comin' through, smokin' like a Rasta
Eatin' emcees like linguinе pasta
Yeah, H-Mack, when I be spittin', yo, my flow's fly
If it ain't linguine, it's the penne or the bow tie

Yeah, H-Mack, y'all know I'ma leave you stuffed when I bust
Grab up on the mic, givin' you more than enough
Breakin' it down, I got the sacred sound, makin' y'all aware o' me
I said, "Uh... Wait, what's 'posterity'?"

I'm 'bout to keep on representin', yes, I'm spittin'
But before I use it, dawg, I need a definition
Heh, ayo, astoundin' to y'all
That's the reason I be makin' this dude bounce off the walls
Yeah, I keep it on forever, y'all know I be rippin' for the fans
Peace the homie who be sippin' out the can
They was like, "Is this dude real? I don't think."
Then the dude in the shirt said, "Let me get another drink."

Yeah, listen, I be flowin' off the soul for all these clones
Soon as I start rhymin', everybody pullin' out they phones
Makin' it happen when I'm up on the scene
Rappers gettin' gassed like they ate too many beans

Yeah, and y'all know I fuck up tracks like a nympho
When it comes to beans, will you take the black or pinto?
Yeah, H-Mack, man, you know I'm sayin', "No way
I let my flows spray, so make your choice here at Chipotle!"

"Okay, I want the bowl with white rice and black beans
And let me get some double chicken for fat scenes
Of meat up in it, I need protein for days
Plus can I get the pico de gallo? That would amaze

Oh, and hot sauce to blaze, and some sour cream, too
And some guacamolly, I know you charge extra, yeah, it's true
Yo, bring it my way!" I should correct myself, prob'ly
Before the comments section calls me out for guacamolly

I meant guacamole! Holy moly, none can control me
I be spittin' boldly, doin' what nobody told me
Go against the grain, I'm sharper than a arrow
On the straight 'n narrow, goin' over heads like your sombrero
That was, like, the first thing I called out, are you jokin'?
As soon as he said sombrero, he straight broke it
H-Mack, y'all know I be stayin' in the zone
He don't wanna hear my poems, this dude is like, "I'm goin' home

I'm leavin', I'm out!" And y'all know I'ma flow for guys
I was like, "Homie, what the fuck are poster eyes?"
Yeah, break it down like each and every time that I speak to you
I shock 'em like your background Pikachu

These dudes are buggin', I'm about to spit it clearly
I'm fairly certain both o' y'all can't even hear me

Ayo, I spit the shit that they know not
Every time that I'm rhymin', they know that the flow's hot
They done thought I was a robot
Couldn't believe I was really here, y'all know that I am a human
When it be comin' to bars, I be eatin' the beats and you know I'm consumin'
Everything that I be hoppin' on, I rock the song, I'm fatter than blubber, no doubt
That be the reason you cover your mouth
And you be noddin' like this with your head
Harry Mack doin' exactly the shit that I said
I'm callin' it out, I got you flippin' your arms around
This is some shit that I'm always about

Yeah, H-Mack, I got the easy style
Thought that I was a robot, bet they believe me now
Let's go!
[Transcribed by Nick @plebcrabslayer, Ethan @ethan]