March On Harry Mack

Yeah Yeah, uh

I said first day of the new month we gon' march on
Hooking up these hard songs, keep the bars strong
I'm continuously searchin' for the next level
Against the grain, when spitting flames, the text rebel
Something different from the pre-established norm
When son is spittin' you see he a savage born
To destroy all negativity and closed-mindedness
The dope rhyme-smith chose to compose timeless shit

So feel it through thе centuries the rеalest will eventually
Prevail set sail to kill shit with intensity and span through the immensity
Of human emotion all consumin' devotion
The speakers boomin' exposin' the truthful notions
The questions he's posin' to push us forward
When he can't finish the verse he's feeling tortured
Explore words the vocabulary and facts that carry through capillaries
Let the flow pour like a carafe of cherry

As for Harry
Until he's dead up in his casket buried
He'll keep on spanning the gamut provin' his raps are varied
I can't stick with one singular mode
The metaphorical oracle I'm singin in code
Is it English? who knows
Force choke, cling to your throat
You gon need a new mic
'Cause yo, that thing'll explode when I start spittin the molten flame
Out my open brain I control the game with no golden chain still they know the name