M.R.E.

Yeah, c'mon, ay, yeah, c'mon, yeah

C'mon, ayy, c'mon, ayy, c'mon, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

Ayo, we ready to rock, uh

They can feel it from the bottom to top hold on

We on Omegle and we makin' it pop

Anytime I kick a lyric, people know that it's hot

I said I'm here, smokin' microphones somethin' like a Rasta

Eatin' all my competitors somethin' like pasta, wait

I said competitors but I meant impostors

Harry Mack, I'm all up on it, y'all know I'ma rock ya

I foster a whole lot of skill inside me

Yeah, I'm plugged in right now on the live feed

Doin' what I'm feelin', and I'm livin' like a boss, cold as frost

Word to marinara 'cause I got the sauce, hold up

Yeah, H-Mack, y'all know I'm out here flamin'

Treat your mind like pasta and then I drain it

Yeah, and y'all know every problem gettin' solved with words

I'm a brain from the drain somethin' like a colander wait

I said, "Brain from the drain", I meant, "Drain from the brain"

I guess I flipped the script, these other rappers hypocrites

They talked about it but I did the shit

I'm livin' different, I'm rockin' for days

Your homie's walkin' away, hold up

Yeah, when I rhyme, they turn me up loud, yeah

We went from three to a two-person crowd

Either way, you know I'll blow your mind when I'm kickin' the true flows

Quickly shift from a trio to duo

I come off the top and y'all know I'm 'bout to slam

When it comes to lyricism, they know Harry Mack's the man

And I'm doin' this for all of y'all, my bars soundin' too raw

When I'm spittin', they be yellin' out, "Hoorah!"

H-Mack, man, these rappers don't create at all

Basically, for Marines, that is like a matin' call

It's Harry Mack, about to break it down, I'm never playin' oorah

Yo, what y'all sayin'? "They like, it's one of our sayings"

Yo, I'm comin' right off the tip of this, I'm 'bout to slam, I'm the man

And I'm blendin' different colors like some crayons from Crayola

Rappers only get they records played through payola