[Intro]
Yeah
Thank you, everybody, for comin' out
Listenin' to that Easy Mac
Shit's for Pittsburgh, that 412
So light up your blunts
We got time for one more
(Yeah) Aight?
You at the back of the Mac
Yo, yo
[Verse 1]
Easy Mac rap slick and sensational
Foolin' fools out they shoes like the first of April
I'm aimin' low, the words guaranteed to make 'em fold
I'll be remembered next December but your name'll go
My name remains, rhymes sent to your brain
Intentions disdained, these other cats resent and complain
My minds bettin' insane 'til the lyrics are complete
Spittin' fear in the ears of all those who compete
So I never skip a beat, the kid is Swisher Sweet
You can picture me cheesin' when my album hits the street
With the words too sick to speak, so I spit it in my sleep, fuck
Countin' sheep, I'm about to heat
Provin' anybody wrong who was doubtin' me
They say, "Malcolm, please, get a new career"
It appears that they fear who I'll be in a year
'Cause I'm creatin' racket, makin' tracks up in the attic
See, my life changed after I heard Illmatic
It was drastic, automatic rappin', fantastic
I'm Jurassic, mic melts like plastic
I got the gift and you wish that you had it
So you study hip-hop and you read how-to-do's
Thinkin' that it's helpin' but you learnin' how to lose
See, I was born gifted, live to get lifted
If rappin' ain't my life, then what is it?
Yeah
Thank you, everybody, for comin' out
Listenin' to that Easy Mac
Shit's for Pittsburgh, that 412
So light up your blunts
We got time for one more
(Yeah) Aight?
You at the back of the Mac
Yo, yo
[Verse 1]
Easy Mac rap slick and sensational
Foolin' fools out they shoes like the first of April
I'm aimin' low, the words guaranteed to make 'em fold
I'll be remembered next December but your name'll go
My name remains, rhymes sent to your brain
Intentions disdained, these other cats resent and complain
My minds bettin' insane 'til the lyrics are complete
Spittin' fear in the ears of all those who compete
So I never skip a beat, the kid is Swisher Sweet
You can picture me cheesin' when my album hits the street
With the words too sick to speak, so I spit it in my sleep, fuck
Countin' sheep, I'm about to heat
Provin' anybody wrong who was doubtin' me
They say, "Malcolm, please, get a new career"
It appears that they fear who I'll be in a year
'Cause I'm creatin' racket, makin' tracks up in the attic
See, my life changed after I heard Illmatic
It was drastic, automatic rappin', fantastic
I'm Jurassic, mic melts like plastic
I got the gift and you wish that you had it
So you study hip-hop and you read how-to-do's
Thinkin' that it's helpin' but you learnin' how to lose
See, I was born gifted, live to get lifted
If rappin' ain't my life, then what is it?
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