Lyrics Imported, Lurking, Automatic - Harry Mack

Uh, here we go
Here we go, here we go
Imported
Lurking
And automatic, yeah
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, uh

They wanna use my style, can't afford it, uh
Your whole entire flavor has been imported, uh
Y'all know that my lyrics are gigantic
My vibe has been imported from a whole other planet, I'm ill
I said I'm shining like the stars
I am not from Earth, I'm imported, yeah, from Mars
Yo, he's getting high right now, he got the munchies
Imported like it came from different country

I'm on another plane, doing more lyrics right off the brain, oh
First, he rolled the blunt then he hit the tip of that with the flame
I come off at the tip when I spit like this, they gonna understand
When it be coming to lyrics all of these rappers got underhand
Come again, let me think, I'm about to push it right to the brink
When it comes to lyrics, I'ma make y'all sing
Harry Mack, you know that I do it like that
I've been spewing like that and I'm on another level, you know I'ma killer for certain
All of these rappers they watch from a distance, I guess all these haters are lurkin'

Yeah, you know I say what I say, I grab it and I'm ready to snap
They be lurking like they watching on Twitch, but not saying shit in my chat, oh
I'm about to break it down 'cause I be the number-one performer
Tried to warn you all, rappers they are creeping, looking in the corner
Coming around, tryna see me, make it look easy
I'll be off the top with the motherfuckin' freestyle, oh
Lyrics you know I got plenty
Shout-out to the homie, Blacksheperd420, uh

You know I gotta go follow, uh
All of these rappers is hollow, uh
You know I bless up the planet, uh
I'm feeling just like Apollo, uh
And I spit through the static, I react out of habit
When it be coming to lyrics, I know that my brain's fully automatic, uh
I do what I feel, all of my lyrics be sounding too real
When it comes to bars off the top of the dome, people know that I got the appeal

Come on, I break it down and I flow off the frame
These rappers got me cross like what you got on your chain, yeah
I tried to tell you man to stay in the zone
Got the earbud in, and he said, "I'm on the phone"
Uh, ayo, honestly that shit was mad scary
Especially when you asked me if my name was Harry
I'm like, "Hold up wait a minute, uh, by all indications
It seems to me like you have been hacking all my information"

Let's go, I get down, and kick it like a roundhouse
He is tripping, so he's lifting his fist right up to his mouth
Come on, I'ma make him understand, grip on the mic, and I'm ready to slam
Kinda like the thing you got on the side, I'll be spitting for all my fans
Get it? I spit it, y'all know I do it last too long
Right behind your head, I see you got the glass bong
No one goes beyond me G
Plus you got the black cat with the chronic leaves

Ay, ayo, I will be out here spreading more love
Like the earrings you be rocking, Harry Mack is the plug
Let's go, I'm on the tip and y'all know how I spit
I tried to tell him if I freestyle, this shit is legit
Let's go! (Oh my-)