Songwriter: Mac Miller
[Verse 1]
I'm asinine, [?] rhyme with the acid lines
And if you haven't seen me spit then ya ass is blind
I'm a mastermind, far more intelligent, I'm elegant
Good penmanship and so excellent
Exercise my mind, now I'm set to rise
Elevatin', levitatin' 'cause we mesmerized
Simon said to rhyme, so I follow the leader
And if you got a problem, you can swallow my sneakers
If you think I won't, you should know that I will
My words is hard to swallow like an oversized pill
You overdose, spit fire and now the microphone is toast
I'ma spit 'til every MC's bones are broke
An overlord of Post-It notes filled with quotes you spoke
You spit a line you wrote, I flip it back, okie-doke
Acknowledge it, words hit you like a hallow-tip
Haters mad when they see me spit, they gotta follow it
What the problem is, homie? We can solve it quick
I spit that acid, know your flows dissolve in it
You'll get forgotten quick, another lost memory
You might be remembered as Easy Mac's enemy
But ain't no one gon' remember your name
I make it snow in April; in December, it rain
Mac's ferocious, and y'all is just atrocious
I'm supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
A funeral is at your back, so get your ass some roses
[?] and that's a diagnosis
I [?], leave you speechless like hypnosis
And lead your ass to the Promised Land like Moses
[Chorus]
Easy Mac, faster rapper, master of the craft
It's disaster, passin' rappers, man, I had to laugh
I'm jabbin' cats, they gon' feel my punch
Attackin' tracks, watch ya back or I'ma steal ya lunch
[Post-Chorus]
I'm leavin' competitors pissed
To tell the truth, it gets no better than this
(Nope, Easy Mac)
I'm leavin' competitors pissed
To tell the truth, it gets no better than this
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
The prophecy set onto me, I'm the prodigy
My mob is deep, and when you pray, then you talk to me
I spit logically, words like Socrates
Automatic with the flow like Bird when he shot a three
My rap profession and I'm pressin' for progression
Why you stressin'? [?]
Messages I send, then I'ma bomb ya
[?] it's karma
You imposters, beatin' me to [?]
I ain't in school from eight to three, hooky like vacancy
My legacy holds more power than the paper, see
I'm hot like the place Satan be, cops hatin' me
The federal agency got all they guns aimed at me
And since the age of three, puffin' on the dankest tree
I'm makin' cheese, tell the hoes to get naked please
We in the world that's surrounded by water
Founded by fathers, surrounded by talkers
I'm the godfather on this mic: Corleone
The king of Pittsburgh, so why don't you hop up out my throne?
Or I'll promise, family in black like they gothic
When I spit, your eyeballs pop right up out they sockets
I don't fuck with the justice, it doesn't exist
You talkin' shit just because you got nothin' to spit
I'm runnin' this shit
And in about twenty seconds you clowns will be steppin' from my presence
[Chorus]
Easy Mac, faster rapper, master of the craft
It's disaster, passin' rappers, man, I had to laugh
I'm jabbin' cats, you gon' feel my punch
Attackin' tracks, watch ya back or I'ma steal ya lunch
[Post-Chorus]
It gets no better than this
I'm asinine, [?] rhyme with the acid lines
And if you haven't seen me spit then ya ass is blind
I'm a mastermind, far more intelligent, I'm elegant
Good penmanship and so excellent
Exercise my mind, now I'm set to rise
Elevatin', levitatin' 'cause we mesmerized
Simon said to rhyme, so I follow the leader
And if you got a problem, you can swallow my sneakers
If you think I won't, you should know that I will
My words is hard to swallow like an oversized pill
You overdose, spit fire and now the microphone is toast
I'ma spit 'til every MC's bones are broke
An overlord of Post-It notes filled with quotes you spoke
You spit a line you wrote, I flip it back, okie-doke
Acknowledge it, words hit you like a hallow-tip
Haters mad when they see me spit, they gotta follow it
What the problem is, homie? We can solve it quick
I spit that acid, know your flows dissolve in it
You'll get forgotten quick, another lost memory
You might be remembered as Easy Mac's enemy
But ain't no one gon' remember your name
I make it snow in April; in December, it rain
Mac's ferocious, and y'all is just atrocious
I'm supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
A funeral is at your back, so get your ass some roses
[?] and that's a diagnosis
I [?], leave you speechless like hypnosis
And lead your ass to the Promised Land like Moses
[Chorus]
Easy Mac, faster rapper, master of the craft
It's disaster, passin' rappers, man, I had to laugh
I'm jabbin' cats, they gon' feel my punch
Attackin' tracks, watch ya back or I'ma steal ya lunch
[Post-Chorus]
I'm leavin' competitors pissed
To tell the truth, it gets no better than this
(Nope, Easy Mac)
I'm leavin' competitors pissed
To tell the truth, it gets no better than this
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
The prophecy set onto me, I'm the prodigy
My mob is deep, and when you pray, then you talk to me
I spit logically, words like Socrates
Automatic with the flow like Bird when he shot a three
My rap profession and I'm pressin' for progression
Why you stressin'? [?]
Messages I send, then I'ma bomb ya
[?] it's karma
You imposters, beatin' me to [?]
I ain't in school from eight to three, hooky like vacancy
My legacy holds more power than the paper, see
I'm hot like the place Satan be, cops hatin' me
The federal agency got all they guns aimed at me
And since the age of three, puffin' on the dankest tree
I'm makin' cheese, tell the hoes to get naked please
We in the world that's surrounded by water
Founded by fathers, surrounded by talkers
I'm the godfather on this mic: Corleone
The king of Pittsburgh, so why don't you hop up out my throne?
Or I'll promise, family in black like they gothic
When I spit, your eyeballs pop right up out they sockets
I don't fuck with the justice, it doesn't exist
You talkin' shit just because you got nothin' to spit
I'm runnin' this shit
And in about twenty seconds you clowns will be steppin' from my presence
[Chorus]
Easy Mac, faster rapper, master of the craft
It's disaster, passin' rappers, man, I had to laugh
I'm jabbin' cats, you gon' feel my punch
Attackin' tracks, watch ya back or I'ma steal ya lunch
[Post-Chorus]
It gets no better than this
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