Lyrics Snake Eyes - Harry Mack

Snake Eyes

Yeah
Uhh, yuh
C’mon, uhh, yeah, okay
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn me all the way up
Turn me
Uhh, turn me all the way up
C’mon, yeah, yeah
Turn me all the way up
There’s no solvin' us, impossible problems
My colossal foes get laid up in the hospital often
Yeah, and when I’m done, I gotsta go
I’m prob’ly hoppin' in the cab 'n shit, rappin' sick
H-Mack is the one that’s most legit
Closin' it down for all o' you rappers
Who the fuck in they right mind callin' you rappers to these label meetin’s?
Ayo, I spit the shit that’s fatal
Greetin' rappers with the blade
Then I slice 'em, flavor’s enticin'
I sprinkle spice inside o' the recipe, none are testin' me
Let’s just see who could really charge this shit up electrically
Homie, touchin' me like touchin' electric fences
Heh, I’ma break down all these rappers' defenses
The intenseness, I mean, the intensity will eventually catch on
I’m lookin' for a beat I can flex on, I wreck songs
I damage 'em, got rappers vanishin', they disappearin' like Harry Houdini
«Harry, you seen these rappers up on the YouTube screen…
…They tryin' to do the shit that you do…
…But they ain’t improvisin' like you!»
Yeah, I admire 'em, too
They be up on they grind, though, my dude
They workin' hard at this, they 'bout to be a part o' this
I’m on some brand new art 'n shit, I’m pavin' a new lane in this
My brain is lit, I’m way too damn insane for this;
you think you sick?
You can’t really compete with what I do over beats
So check the way that I be spewin' my heat
I bring the blue flames, no butane, who thinks they nicest?
Mack is 'cause when he be rhymin', the dice is
Up in my palm, that means I’m takin' them risks
When I shake 'em, it’s snake eyes, I make it legit
Yeah, bring me the money, you dummies think that you shinin'
Like sunny weather in Los Angeles?
That thought is scandalous!
Doin' damages to anyone in my area
I’m pullin' out the shovel, then I’m quickest to bury ya
Yeah, and y’all know my flowin' been ether
Uhh, I’m sendin' rappers to the Grim Reaper
Uhh, they been wonder where I been at
Huhh, just notice one thing, my mind is intact
In fact, I been workin' on the next degree
Of how to flex with ease and check emcees
So, next time you see me
I’ma make the most advanced complex calculus equations look easy
I’m blazin', indeedy
I’m gettin' to the green like Luigi
My mic is in the red like Mario
These rappers claim they hard, I’m like, «Yeah, y’all hardly flow!»
Uhh, we celebratin', bitch, it’s a party, yo
Don’t you see that I’m nice with the free raps
Uhh, greatest off the top, these rappers wanna be that
Problem is, that’s where we at
Yeah, we in the top slot, thought you was half as hot, you not
Y’all done forgot about the essence
I be a king up in this thing, by comparison, rappers is just some peasants
Embarrassin', should be cherishin' all the styles I’m deliverin'
So cold, when I’m finished spittin', the sound man is shiverin'
Damn!
Get to adjustin' the level
Mack, I’ma take y’all high like treble
Check out the way I prove all these rappers see-through
Tell the man behind the board to be adjustin' the EQ
Y’all know that I’m bustin' it off top
Y’all know that I’m goin' over your head like a bald spot
All o' these rappers, they claim that they hot but they not and that’s a problem
I might hop a jet so I can span the country from LA to Gotham
They again, I have no option
Let’s get it poppin' all up in the EU
Worldwide tours, they gon' see dude hoppin' on the stage
Yeah, lettin' more fly freestyle lyrics out the cage
It’s a S-P-A to the double-Z
Don’t try to test me, y’all know I trouble these
Rappers, indeed, I got they brains meltin'
Insane how I pelt 'em with lyrics like a hailstorm, I’m in rare form
Homie, I’m about to reign supreme like Portland weather
So support the better rappers in the industry Who instantly put thoughts
together
Illest frees off top, that’s what I brought forever
What!
It’s just a spazz, y’all
Uhh, yeah, it’s just a spazz, y’all Uhh, c’mon, it’s just a spazz, y’all
It’s like this, hold up, it’s like that, y’all
Uhh, yeah, it’s just a spazz, y’all uhh, uhh, it’s just a spazz, y’all
Yeah, c’mon, it’s just a spazz
Y’all Harry to the motherfuckin' Mack, y’all
What!
And that’s how we do this thing, man!
All the way off top
Rhythmic insanity got the industry panicky
Yeah
Uhh
Elvin Jones with the devilish poems
Yeah, Tony Williams with the flows that’s brilliant
Feel me
Hahaha!
It’s enough!