No Hook Mac Miller
"No Hook" by Mac Miller, released in 2014, is a #HipHop track that showcases his lyrical prowess and introspective style. The song delves into themes of self-reflection, struggles with fame, and the search for authenticity. Unique for its lack of a chorus, it emphasizes raw storytelling. Its candidness resonated with fans, solidifying Miller's influence in the genre.
[Intro: DJ CapCom]
DJ CapCom, the youngest in charge
Pay attention, you pussies
[Verse 1]
(DJ CapCom) When I was just a little one (Uh-huh), I didn't sit still once
My cousins used to call me Hit-N-Run (Hit-N-Run)
I learned a lot from my homies and a lot from my fam
All my, all my peoples really made me who I am (Yup)
My grandma passed, I was savin' her a dance
I didn't understand why I never got the chance (Why'd you take her?)
But if there's anything she taught me, never give up
My enemies is waitin' for a slip-up (Nope)
So when I'm down, I get up (Get up), the clock is tickin'
It's either rap shit or a spot in prison (Uh-uh)
I ain't got no, got no time to spare
Seats is fillin' up, better find a chair (Find a chair)
Sugar-sweet rhymes from the finest pears
And a lot comin' for me 'cause the grind is there (Uh-huh)
Well, I just had a little piece of mind to share
Face-up on Times Square, it look fine there (Chyeah)
[Interlude]
And that's the way it go down
Mac Miller, the motherfuckin' Jukebox
Class Clown comin' soon
But I'ma get back up into the second verse for y'all
A'ight, what?
DJ CapCom, the youngest in charge
Pay attention, you pussies
[Verse 1]
(DJ CapCom) When I was just a little one (Uh-huh), I didn't sit still once
My cousins used to call me Hit-N-Run (Hit-N-Run)
I learned a lot from my homies and a lot from my fam
All my, all my peoples really made me who I am (Yup)
My grandma passed, I was savin' her a dance
I didn't understand why I never got the chance (Why'd you take her?)
But if there's anything she taught me, never give up
My enemies is waitin' for a slip-up (Nope)
So when I'm down, I get up (Get up), the clock is tickin'
It's either rap shit or a spot in prison (Uh-uh)
I ain't got no, got no time to spare
Seats is fillin' up, better find a chair (Find a chair)
Sugar-sweet rhymes from the finest pears
And a lot comin' for me 'cause the grind is there (Uh-huh)
Well, I just had a little piece of mind to share
Face-up on Times Square, it look fine there (Chyeah)
[Interlude]
And that's the way it go down
Mac Miller, the motherfuckin' Jukebox
Class Clown comin' soon
But I'ma get back up into the second verse for y'all
A'ight, what?
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