Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Next Gear, artist - Harry Mack. Date of issue: 03.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Next Gear |
| They just wanna know where I’ma go from here |
| Probably wondering if I’ll be around next year |
| See me put it all in drive, what’s the next gear aye |
| See me put it all in drive, can I really steer? |
| They just wanna know where I’ma go from here |
| Everybody got advice but bitch it’s my career |
| See me put my shit in drive, what’s the next gear? |
| I ain’t work this hard to fuck around and disappear |
| Talking like you on my level |
| Yeah mother fucking right |
| Every view is worth a nickel |
| I be set for fucking life |
| Fuck your mother fucking budget |
| All I need’s an iPhone 5 |
| Rhyme for twenty-thousand people every time that I go live |
| If you sat next to your idol and had one shot to impress |
| You would spit your favourite written |
| All that time that you invest |
| I just let him serve me words |
| Then I served him back a classic |
| When you watch it you get goosebumps |
| Bitch that shit is fucking magic |
| ?, guarantee you I’ma kill it |
| If I want it I’ma will it |
| Make a plan and then I’ll build it |
| And my flow is like your tank when it’s empty, you better feel it |
| And my name is like some oil underground |
| 'Cause I’ma drill it in you’re mother fucking mind |
| By saying it every other fucking line |
| Harry, Harry, Harry Mack |
| Harry Mack one time |
| See me in the video, they saying I’m the one |
| Never dropped a record so they figured I was done |
| But the kid in me will never quit and tried to tell 'em |
| Had 'em shitting when they see me sitting next to Ellen |
| Signing with no major but reminding all my haters |
| I’m the only who’s improvising off top |
| When I’m on television, radio and stages at these major shows |
| So this is different |
| They just can’t believe it so they claiming it’s a Nas record back in '96 |
| talking 'It Was Written' |
| It’s a moment, I’ma own it |
| You ain’t got the same component |
| Chances are you would’ve blown it |
| And they never would’ve shown it |
| Now these haters talking while the station jacking on his dick |
| Shout to Cruz, shout to Edgar |
| I’ma walk you through this shit |
| Venice video is going crazy everything was flooded |
| Hundred e-mails daily, I’m just glad I saw the fucking subject |
| I ain’t pull no strings, fuck a puppet |
| Pulled up in a bucket |
| They said, 'We forgot that speaker though' |
| So I just said fuck it |
| A cappella while they walk a feller round the block and I be steady weaving |
| everything I’m seeing altogether they believing in the vision |
| Put me next to one of my favourite MC’s and let him listen but it’s kinda hard |
| to be in that position |
| 'Lotta guys cringey when they improvise though they tried to survive in this |
| game couldn’t last too long |
| Haters thinking they burn 'em it don’t concern me eternally on my journey and |
| my path’s too strong |
| Claiming you better, damn it you lying |
| Like a cannibal lion, you better swallow your pride |
| Killing my vibe, they ain’t heard from me |
| Cursing me, thought I pulled out |
| See me in the commercial and thought I sold out |
| I’ve just been grinding |
| My time is right now on my 9,999th hour and 59 minutes |
| When this rhyme is finished I’m certified master, bitch |
| Sit back and witness it |
| Y’all ain’t really rappers you actors |
| I might as well be all up on a tractor 'cause I’m really working in the field |
| Kinda like I had a whack attorney and was wrongfully convicted by the jury |
| 'cause I’m certain to appeal |
| I might even take the film right off of the projector and throw it directly at |
| 'em I’ma hit 'em with the real |
| Stomping on the San Andreas fault line |
| Every time I rhyme, this some shit the whole city gonna feel |
| Gets down, I flip clowns, I spit sounds, I rip rounds |
| I kill ya’ll, ill y’all |
| Break it down and rebuild ya’ll |
| Paid some dues, they gave me views |
| I made some moves and them cheques cleared |
| Fans missing my transmissions I transition to the next gear |
| Killing the mic I’m gripping it right inside of my hand when I be on I’m |
| flipping it tight like nobody can |
| Giving 'em raps for spirit of mind so give me the prize |
| ?, I’m looking to shine |
| Setting my aim, ready to bang shit |
| Off of the head of the brain, off of the top |
| Stay ahead of the game |
| They better remain out of the way, um |
| How do I say I’m better than y’all |
| Keeping it real, you’re trash |
| I’m ready to bash your head on the wall |
| Switch up the flow |
| My secret weapon like nuclear missile that’s locked in my armoury |
| Although it’s popular, I am not popping |
| Narcotics is copped in our pharmacy |
| Pop it, regardless you pop that shit probably |
| Honor me, I am a prophet, a shaman |
| A god of these raw righteous lyrics |
| Non-believers better fear it |
| I’m gone |