Kick Push Mac Miller (Ft. Beedie)

[Intro: Doug Copsey, B.DuBB & Easy Mac]
(You are watching a master at work)
Yeah, we some masters in this, man
Yeah

[Verse 1: Easy Mac & B.DuBB]
The rap master, back as your pastor
Rap faster and crack tracks like they plaster (Yeah)
Lyrically gas ya, I'm leavin’ mics shattered (Haha)
Past disaster, onto the last chapter
Yeah, I lay back and chill
My day's wack but still save rap and ill (Yeah)
You think it's wack, then why ain’t you battlin' it? (What?)
I spit, people like, "Am I imaginin' this?" (Haha)

[Verse 2: B.DuBB]
Yo, it seems you always on some average spit
Just some average kids, this is hazardous wit
And as a matter of fact, you'll be mad at this shit
Quick hits, rollin' blunts that be fat as your chick
Yeah, me and Mac, we was born to win it
Sendin' y'all the sick raps, leave you torn and finished
Your whole frame fucked up and your form diminished
Passin' raps back and forth, like a ball in tennis

[Verse 3: Easy Mac & B.DuBB]
Yeah, call me a chemist ’cause I stay in the lab
The only tool in the school is a pen and a pad
And Chem as a class? (Well) Well, that’s a lil' bit irrelevant
Writin’ rhymes through the class, boostin' my intelligence (Uh)