Catastrophe Harry Mack

[Intro: Harry Mack]
Yo, yuh, yuh, ah, yeah, y-yeah, yeah, uhh
Yo, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Check it, uhh

[Verse 1: Harry Mack]
I don't never lie, only thing I'm tellin' is facts
Treat the beat like a candle, then I'm meltin' the wax
H-Mack, man, I never been no hypocrite
Every time, I spit the shit like I lit the wick
I said I'm on fire, e'erybody see the blue flame
Lit like a candle, got the Bic with the butane
Uhh, I'm comin' off the top o' the mind
People get to buggin' when I'm rockin' my rhymes
Makе y'all want it in the worst way
Ay, I be lit like thе candles on your birthday
Ay, if you want the real, go ahead and press play
Seein' through the BS like a X-ray
I'm about to improvise a essay
Woo! I go deep, heh, drop a lot o' facts
Ay, ay, rappers fake, like a candle made o' wax
Hold u', they like Ripley's Believe It or Not
They in the wax museum, they ain't even that hot
But I'm a real human, flesh 'n bone
I'm about to test ya zone
Ay, known for gettin' busy when I'm on this microphone
Ay, I'm up in it, people better know that I go home
To the session, then I drop bars like a xylophone
Whoa! I'm really crushin', homie, it ain't really nothin'
Mack ain't never bluffin', xylophone, yo, that's percussion
Well, it makes sense 'cause I'm percussive when I drop my vision
AKA when I be rappin', e'erybody feel my rhythm