Released: April 6, 2011
Featuring: Mac Miller HALO
Songwriter: Khrysis HALO Mac Miller Rapsody
Producer: Khrysis
[Intro: Mac Miller]
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh
And Khrysis on the beat, what up?
Uh, a little Henny and
A turkey burger and
Couple cigarettes and
A'ight, a'ight, a'ight, a'ight, I'll rap for 'em
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Hey, hey, yeah
It's young Mac-a-bee and Rapsody
Tell these ma'fuckers that they haven't heard the last of me
All over the map like your latitude, rhyming with an attitude
This is the beginning, you ain't even got to chapter two
I don't got to battle you, I'm better than you is
Four-year-old bars, you ain't worthy of new shit
Corey and Topanga, you can watch the boy meet world
With the homie Rapsody, uh, return of the b-girl
It's easy as fuck, all I need is a good beat
Fuck me for who I am, but love me for who I could be
And it's simple when you living like I am
'Cause I remember grinding, spitting for five fans
Now I got damn near a million boy
Oh, I ain't doing shit? You can kill that noise
I got a sniper type flow, here, I'll take aim
'Cause the boy be riding tracks like a freight train
Wishing I could have Mac Miller produced by J Dilla
Saluting all the legends that gone, just know we miss ya
Extra, extra, read all about it
Hard beats and boom bap, I'd die without this hip-hop
Yeah, I'd die without this hip-hop
This hip-hop, shit
[Chorus 1: Mac Miller]
Extra, extra, read all about it
Extra, extra, read all about it
[Verse 2: Rapsody]
Late night chilling, not really high off shit
Can’t afford it, I got work to hit with no benefits
And a car to drive that really don’t go too fast
Pushing it to the limit 'til the day that I crash
So I'm up nights in studio, working for pay
Tryna make some classic music that my children can play
For they kids' kids, influence they can reincarnate
Me in they lines and they raps that they someday will make, yeah
Chilling with Mac, 10 after two, just after dude
Finished rocking the stage, that’s how hard work pays
I choose top 10, eight thousand hoorays
Got they hands high as tightropes: Janelle Monáe
So I spend days and nights on mics, the life I wanted to
And I can have it too if I just kill in the booth
Niggas ain’t get enough, yeah, we back in the cut
April 1st, fool's day, but yo, this ain't a bluff
It's the return of the duo that you know as the illest on scene
To make it go, hip-hop to let you know
Rap and Mac Miller, yeah, we back in the spot
So one time for all the lovers, yeah, one time for hip-hop (Hip-hop)
[Chorus 2: Rapsody]
Extra, extra, read all about it
Hip-hop, what would I do without it?
Extra, extra, read all about it
Turn it up and play me in your Audi
[Verse 3: Halo]
Uh, uh
On the track, throttle and shift
Nascar, follow my drift
Jeff Gordon recording the cure for the boredom
Priceless, can’t afford 'em, don’t need you to reward 'em
I feel super, blame it on the Buddha, ha
Cats nice, but they still getting neutered
Flow champion, meet me in the Pantheon
Buzzing like infinity and beyond
Ha, Jamla rep hardest
Ha, rebuildin' what you tarnished
Uh, awesome power I harness
Eating like a five-star meal with the garnish
Look, I’m the end if you start this
Paper and pencil you fucking sketch artist
Most Dope flows from Mac, Rap
And H-A-L-O making dudes pump their brakes
We tired of them Big Willie rappers
Ha, they gimmicks and silly factors
Wait, I get it, you really actors
Reading the script upside down and backwards
Like my Honda's a hillbilly tractor
Ha, and her throat is the farm
All I do is plant seeds and park it in her barn
Real vivid, forced to deal with it, I'm that
[Chorus 3: Halo]
Extra, extra, read all about it
Dyslexics too struggle about it
Extra, extra, read all about it
Most Dope and Jamla all about it
Uh
Most Dope and Jamla all about it
Uh
Extra, extra, read all about it
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh
And Khrysis on the beat, what up?
Uh, a little Henny and
A turkey burger and
Couple cigarettes and
A'ight, a'ight, a'ight, a'ight, I'll rap for 'em
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Hey, hey, yeah
It's young Mac-a-bee and Rapsody
Tell these ma'fuckers that they haven't heard the last of me
All over the map like your latitude, rhyming with an attitude
This is the beginning, you ain't even got to chapter two
I don't got to battle you, I'm better than you is
Four-year-old bars, you ain't worthy of new shit
Corey and Topanga, you can watch the boy meet world
With the homie Rapsody, uh, return of the b-girl
It's easy as fuck, all I need is a good beat
Fuck me for who I am, but love me for who I could be
And it's simple when you living like I am
'Cause I remember grinding, spitting for five fans
Now I got damn near a million boy
Oh, I ain't doing shit? You can kill that noise
I got a sniper type flow, here, I'll take aim
'Cause the boy be riding tracks like a freight train
Wishing I could have Mac Miller produced by J Dilla
Saluting all the legends that gone, just know we miss ya
Extra, extra, read all about it
Hard beats and boom bap, I'd die without this hip-hop
Yeah, I'd die without this hip-hop
This hip-hop, shit
[Chorus 1: Mac Miller]
Extra, extra, read all about it
Extra, extra, read all about it
[Verse 2: Rapsody]
Late night chilling, not really high off shit
Can’t afford it, I got work to hit with no benefits
And a car to drive that really don’t go too fast
Pushing it to the limit 'til the day that I crash
So I'm up nights in studio, working for pay
Tryna make some classic music that my children can play
For they kids' kids, influence they can reincarnate
Me in they lines and they raps that they someday will make, yeah
Chilling with Mac, 10 after two, just after dude
Finished rocking the stage, that’s how hard work pays
I choose top 10, eight thousand hoorays
Got they hands high as tightropes: Janelle Monáe
So I spend days and nights on mics, the life I wanted to
And I can have it too if I just kill in the booth
Niggas ain’t get enough, yeah, we back in the cut
April 1st, fool's day, but yo, this ain't a bluff
It's the return of the duo that you know as the illest on scene
To make it go, hip-hop to let you know
Rap and Mac Miller, yeah, we back in the spot
So one time for all the lovers, yeah, one time for hip-hop (Hip-hop)
[Chorus 2: Rapsody]
Extra, extra, read all about it
Hip-hop, what would I do without it?
Extra, extra, read all about it
Turn it up and play me in your Audi
[Verse 3: Halo]
Uh, uh
On the track, throttle and shift
Nascar, follow my drift
Jeff Gordon recording the cure for the boredom
Priceless, can’t afford 'em, don’t need you to reward 'em
I feel super, blame it on the Buddha, ha
Cats nice, but they still getting neutered
Flow champion, meet me in the Pantheon
Buzzing like infinity and beyond
Ha, Jamla rep hardest
Ha, rebuildin' what you tarnished
Uh, awesome power I harness
Eating like a five-star meal with the garnish
Look, I’m the end if you start this
Paper and pencil you fucking sketch artist
Most Dope flows from Mac, Rap
And H-A-L-O making dudes pump their brakes
We tired of them Big Willie rappers
Ha, they gimmicks and silly factors
Wait, I get it, you really actors
Reading the script upside down and backwards
Like my Honda's a hillbilly tractor
Ha, and her throat is the farm
All I do is plant seeds and park it in her barn
Real vivid, forced to deal with it, I'm that
[Chorus 3: Halo]
Extra, extra, read all about it
Dyslexics too struggle about it
Extra, extra, read all about it
Most Dope and Jamla all about it
Uh
Most Dope and Jamla all about it
Uh
Extra, extra, read all about it