Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Apology, artist - Harry Mack.
Date of issue: 18.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Apology |
Yeah |
Uhh |
Somethin' mellow |
Y’know? |
Nothin' to it but to do it |
Yeah |
Follow me |
Follow me, kill the game and I issue no apology |
Prayin' they acknowledge me |
Workin' hard, peep the artistry |
Find somebody goin' hard as me |
They can hardly see this rap shit really part o' me |
Deeply embedded, I don’t sweat it |
I leave a permanent mark, they won’t ever forget it |
When I finish rockin' on the stage, then I jet it |
Shit is never jotted down on page, get behaded if you steppin' into my arena |
Evrything I spit off top soundin' cleaner |
My demeanor match perfect to the jazzy hip hop |
That’s why I’m gon' get prop' |
I rise to the tip-top, I’m never gon' stay low |
These rappers should lay low like Snoop Dogg and Nate, bro |
You know what I’m talkin' 'bout, rockin' out when I be live on stage |
Makin' all these other rappers just disengage |
Yeah, this is flagrant how I’ma foul 'em |
When I’m rhymin', most these rappers scowlin' |
«Ooh, it’s appallin', it’s disgustin', trust 'im when he’s bustin', |
nothin' can adjust 'im… |
…He's never changin' nor rearrangin'!» |
I’m flamin' entire industry instantly |
All these hypocritical rappers be miserable actors |
They never speakin' it truly |
I be doin' this, no weaknesses in me |
Yeah, and y’all know I’m on a win spree |
I swiftly just put it together, tougher than leather, fresher than deodorant |
Goin' 'n showin' them why I be glowin' when I be rhymin' in cyphers |
Too hyper, strikin' since diapers, been earnin' stripes like a tiger |
Either that or a zebra, the main feature, the leader |
The one at the front o' the pack when runnin' my raps, when I speak, boom |
Yeah, the thunder gon' clap, yeah, when I leave rooms |
They start talkin', they start whisperin' like, «Yo, was that him?» |
Yeah, most definitely had to be |
I keep practicin' until I hit mastery |
I be focused, I ain’t never movin' passively |
And these rappers, they ain’t ready for the savagery |
Uhh, «Why's he always rappin' 'bout rappers in all o' these chapters?» |
I know… |
Uhh, I should prob’ly switch it up but I just love this flow |
Uhh, I just love the show |
Uhh, I just love the shit talk |
Honestly, these rappers don’t even make me pissed off |
I got love for all the rappers |
Now you wanna claim that I’m a actor |
I’m just tryna prove that I’m the number one factor |
It’s the Harry Macker, the Mack’nest |
The disaster’s lit when I enter, change my name to Katrina |
Flow like Aquafina, the high beamer |
Pullin' up, not in no fly Beamer |
Homie, I’m pullin' up in Mini Cooper |
Shouts to my girl for lettin' me share it, yeah, she’s a trooper |
Uhh, word to Lisa, the main feature |
Be rockin' the theatre, droppin' the heater |
You can’t see me losin', I can’t either |
Uhh, all I see is winnin' |
See us knock it out the park in the ninth innin' |
Been dreamin' o' this since the beginnin' |
Uhh, never thin, lyrics is the phattest, H-Mack is the maddest |
Ever since a young’un, I done had this passion |
It’s inside me, gettin' lively |
See me climbing up the wall like ivy |
Plugged in like a IV, I be Ivy League |
Harvard with the lyrics that they can’t believe |
Harder from the spirit, that’s how I’ma go |
Rhymes 'n flows, Tic-tac-toe |
Uhh, exin' out your O’s |
Uhh, kisses 'n hugs to all the people in my fam |
H-Mack came to slam, call me the man, god damn |
Yeah, rockin' on the motherfuckin' drumbeat |
Uhh, when they hear it, ain’t that some heat? |
Yeah, I said, «Ain't that some heat?» |
Uhh, I be workin' hard like a one-speed goin' uphill |
Uhh, I’ma show you how love feels |
Uhh, get this high without no pill |
Uhh, yeah, rappers don’t feel no thrills |
Uhh, but me, I be excited on the constant, I’m delighted, make you want it |
Uhh, I’ma deliver it swiftly to your door 'n shit |
People askin' for more o' this |
When I’m rhymin' on corners, the kids pull out phones |
They be recordin' it, puttin' it down like a record |
Yeah, I got you feelin' better, came to scare ya like a specter |
It’s whatever, it’s whatever, it’s all good |
Spell it out and make it understood |
It’s the H, it’s the A, it’s the R, it’s the R, it’s the Y |
It’s the M, it’s the A, it’s the C, it’s the K-in' |
Killin' every time I rock the mic with no delayin' |
Most livest with saliva sprayin' |
What! |
Yeah, said I’m the most livest with saliva sprayin' |
Uhh, yeah, yeah, I’m spittin' acid, got these other cats decayin' |
What! |