Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rap Coltrane, artist - Harry Mack.
Date of issue: 18.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rap Coltrane |
Uhh |
Yeah |
Okay, ah |
H-Mack, uhh, yeah |
Off top, uhh, and we can’t possibly be stopped |
Uhh, heh, what the fuck you thought? |
Uhh, yo yo, yuh yo |
This is just the shit I’m into |
Gettin' loose over instrumentals |
People recognize I’m influential |
Slice you like a Ginsu blade |
Y’all just wanna get paid |
I’m givin' rappers the fade 'cause my flow is A-grade |
Top o' the class, check the way I’m rockin' yo' ass |
I hear the beat, then I drop the shit fast |
Ayo, I’m always ready to spazz |
H-Mack breakin' out the cage 'n shit |
When I spit, I be on some outrageous shit |
Amaz ya quick! |
Ya buggin', but, ya see, for me, it’s nothin' |
Motherfuck 'em if thy judgin' |
I’m the one they never touchin' |
They never bustin' quite to this degree |
Ayo, I kill shit in the cypher, make history |
No mystery at all, flow is fully evolved |
I’m way too hairy, I’m way too fuckin' woolly for y’all |
I’m just myself, uhh, damagin' your health |
Ay, I ain’t on your radar system 'cause my shit is stealth |
I be underground lettin' the fuckin' thunder pound |
I only come around when it’s time to hit you with the bluntin' sound |
But I no longer smoke weed 'cause that shit had me trippin' |
It’s what I really don’t need when I’m out here rippin' |
I had to keep my focus, now, for rappers, it’s hopeless |
I’m workin' magic like hocus-pocus, I hope that you’ve noticed |
Mack is comin', I got these wack cats runnin' |
Now check the way my skills gettin' summoned |
I’m bubblin' like kids that’s playin' outside in the summertime |
And when it come to lyrics, I don’t never kick no bummer rhymes |
And every time they writin', swear to god they bitin' one o' mine |
So I’m 'bout to show 'em |
Number one when flowin', I go in |
Uhh, I can’t hold back, I’m crazy real |
My flow is wetter than some Navy SEALs |
I’m well trained, I go to war to injure rappers, I pull out ninja stars |
And throw 'em in the form o' vicious-ass bars |
Yeah, I spit it too fast for most to comprehend |
And that’s the reason I’ma push you off the cliff, my friend |
I get you high just like a spliff again |
I got you trippin' in a whole nother state o' bein' |
The way I’m freein' is somethin' different, keep yo' distance |
'Cause in this instance, I grow you in reverse to an infant |
My video trendin' on the internet, been a threat ever since I was young |
Job o' rhymin' off the tip o' this, we gettin' it done |
Makin' it sound like a record but better, I last forever |
I’m the one that puts a wack rapper on the stretcher |
I’m the one that gets his name etched up in the stone tablets |
I be on my own rap shit, y’all should know Mack’n |
I’m about to throw back into the session somethin' brand new |
They like, «We don’t even understand dude… |
…It's hard to comprehend his level!» |
Uhh, y’all know that I stay on this stupendous level |
Yeah, I have always been a rebel |
Guess it’s just embedded in my genes, now |
I get loose with the freestyle |
Hear me rhymin', they say, «He's wild!» |
Type o' rapper that these kids wish they could be now |
I get props in hip hop, get views on TikTok |
Every time they step to Mack, they get lip-locked |
Cats got me pissed off, ready for liftoff |
Hopin' you are understandin' the gist, boss |
Uhh, and if not, I’ll have to break it down |
King with no crown, they know I got sacred sounds |
Yeah, my shit is holy, none can control me, the one and only |
I told you I’m hairy and woolly, somethin' like Wookiee |
Over beats, I bring heat, I’m sweet as a cookie fresh out the oven |
Deliverin' the flavors they lovin' |
We are not related, not even the most distant cousins |
So do not act that way, I’m here to rap for days |
I’m known for spittin' the abstract-ass phrase |
That be somethin' like Pablo Picasso later in life |
When it comes to rippin' mics, I’m the majorest type |
And my flavor is hype, pullin' out the lightsaber tonight |
Slicin' rappers with enticin' lyrics, I’m slicin' 'n dicin' |
You cats into little itty bits o' nothingness |
Witty, unpredictable, so shout to the Wu for inspirin' |
All the flows that I be kickin' |
Someone call the fuckin' firemen |
Think you on my level, homie, try again |
I’m the rapper everyone admirin' |
That, there, is called a spazz |
Improvise, I be John Coltrane with jazz |
Improvise, I be Bill Evans, Sonny Rollins |
Rappers broke with they styles like money problems |
I’m back again, reekin' like manure |
Underground sounds pound from the motherfuckin' sewer |
What! |