Текст песни Soulilloquies - Harry Mack

Uh, c'mon, yeah, yeah, ah
Yeah, ah, one two, one two, yuh
You know what's goin' on, man!
Turn your volume up!
Listen, uh, listen, uh, c'mon, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayo, first things first, peace to the people
Tappin' in every Friday to peep the Omegles
Watch the Guerrillas and check the Behind the Bars
They rockin' with me through and through, though we miles apart
And I been grindin' hard to align my stars
Hopin' the game holdin' my name in high regard
I know it's comin', ask when, guess we soon to see
Never sign the label deal, I'm buildin' my community

'Cause I been sick for my whole life with the flow maneuvers
Rappers only sick for a day, like a COVID booster
Chokin' like virginous lungs smokin' hookah
I remember havin' no money, felt like the brokest loser
Took the past, flipped it, made it better like a dope producer
And now, everything is goin' smoother
It's 'bout progression 'cause I was stuck in a deep depression
I made mistakes, had to heed the lessons

So if you got plans to stop me, keep 'em hidden like a sneaky weapon
Steppin' incorrect and I'll silence ya like a PP7
Uh, rappers beg for mercy but I show 'em none
Kill the game with one bar like a Golden Gun
Thinkin' you can match my artistry, try me
My brain hold a lot o' ammo like a RC-P90
Uh, my verse skills and ability
Prove if you stall, you get hit like First Kill in the Facility

Level, I take y'all back to the 64 era
Rappers runnin' scared, everything I spit is raw terror
Naw, I'm playin', they know I'm all about smiles on faces
Keepin' my inner child creative
Leavin' crowds in wowed amazement
And next year, it's goin' down, we gon' span miles like Davis
That's a fact, uh, announcement comin' soon, stay tuned
I think it's time these wack rap buffoons made room

For iMack, the Steve Jobs of emceein' hard
Step into my shop, I'm 'bout to drop another genius bar
Got 'em lapped, top o' the year, they gon' be mad shook
Want me for a feature but the problem is the Mack's booked
Heh, I am the best, my fans attest
I'ma leave you and your man impressed
Lookin' in the mirror like, "Damn, I'm fresh!"
I been doin' high-level work like a standin' desk

Uh, that means the flow is upliftin'
Rappers claim they got it, I'ma show 'em what's missin'
Look inside my brain, in my dome, it's just visions
Of us takin' over, you don't know, then just listen
Stopped drinkin' IPAs but still smashin'
'Cause I'm the infinite poetry assassin
And my instrument properly adjusted
I know the internet probably accustomed

To off-top-everything, reaction-based content
But as long as there's still places I haven't gone yet
I'ma stay hungry, walk with me through the process
Trust me, we gon' blow up soon, that's a bomb threat
Raw, fresh lyrics keep bustin' speakers
Kickin' my own style like custom sneakers
From "Ye Rustic Inn" to crushin' theaters
It's a wild feelin' when your fans rush to greet ya

Yeah, insane flows when dude performs
Keep it positive, stay dope, in truest form
Even though I maintain hope all through the storm
I ain't tryna claim it's all rainbows and unicorns
Ain't tryna keep it cheery and erase tears
'Cause honestly, my theory is "embrace fear"
Lead my team to greatness, clearly ain't no fakes here
Y'all just play-writin' but we serious as Shakespeare

I'm goin' Hamlet, blood on my hands
I fought my demons to the death for interruptin' my plans
My first jam was about sweepin' dust in a pan
Now I'm sweepin' the competition, they can't fuck with me, man
Uh, when we was eatin' Lunchables, man
Drawin' Vader 'n Jabba the Hutt with some crayons

I was dreamin' of a bunch o' fans up in the stands
I'm just glad haters ain't leave my dreams crushed into sand
You know? Uh, I daresay
I been the goat since I's drummin' on my high chair tray
Hours at a time, parents heard my snare play
Now, I express myself through rhythm in my rare way

You gotta love it, man, love to the fans that came through to build with me
Last couple years had us movin' so resiliently
Had my soul ill, are you feelin' me?
Raw thoughts from the spirit, yo, these are my souliloquies
What?