[Rapsody]
Billy blickity, blickity blank, blankin' out
Tryna get it warmer than the Cayman Isles
Like these Jordans they fought in, I got these many styles
That these niggas can't seem to file
Little league of my own, like pitching off the mound
With boobs, fallopian tubes
These dudes gone know me now
I'm serial
Killing at willing and feeling very proud
AP, I owe you and I ain't talking vowels
Huey P, double D, I swear it's the future now
Cold and I be pushing this itish to leave you all astound
Brown
No Z, they know we holy
The illest boldy to point break in between the new and all the goldies
Oldies that molded the many way I flow it
Kicking this itish, they catching like a goalie
Go with me, they never dare, just like the police
Forever these niggas scared, they want no more beef
Cause we killing like reef, my flow is deep sea
Fire, retire, never these degrees
Press fire, the sire sweat and my heat team
Jamla the acaddy, coolie respect the seams
That we sewing, I guess I really go in, no dream
So they calling me, now I glow it, how I'm with ring (huh)
Torching 'em with the torch I carry
(Carry these caries) like Roman mortuaries
Dig it though like bury, I buried it and married it
And accept responsibility, no arrogance
Had a talk with my nigga, you know, some therapy
Cause Digga hollared and she really seem to care for me (Rah Digga, what up?)
Guess they daring me, daring me, double daring me
Pairing me, I'm apparently narrowly, ball from barely
Barrassing, I'm embarrassing merrily all these niggas
Concentrating on labors and bigger figures
Moving up in this world, I hear they dig us, dig it?
Dig a class, spazz on these niggas and have these niggas tripping
Rewinding my verse, hearse, I really kill it
Shout out to the ones in here who really feel it
Feel it, feel it, like Dennis the Menace to the finish
Tryna carry on for my lineage, I know my flow is tinted
See me not, forever hot
Went in on the jawn without nothing left to jot, rap
 

[Mac Miller]
Dear money, yes I want you
Fuck it, girl, I need you
Is this the real world or, just another preview?
Now in division one, started out in D2
Used to rock some baggy gear, now I look like GQ
Meet me and they tell me that they fucking with the movement
Would they still if I didn't have millions of YouTube hits?
Dropout student, not stupid
Pure music, clean your ears like a Q-Tip
Back on my bullshit, spitting what I know about
My people tryna party so we looking for an open house
Every day kid shit, that's just how we like this
The car cost a hundred grand, but my life is priceless
Can't put a price on talent
Surrounded like an Allen
Late night music like The Roots and Jimmy Fallon
First name Malcolm, that's on my birth certificate
Talking it, I'm living it, thinking they getting sick of it
Wishing that they could finish it, listening, now they in the whip
Permission to get and spit, sweeter than all this licorice
Weed crumbs on my passenger seat
New joint being smoked, better pass it to me
They notice how the boy tend to spazz on a beat
Middle finger up to everybody laughing at me
Cause I'm doing what I wanna do, inhaling marijuana fumes
Why you interested in the people that I'm talking to?
Why you wanna call it quits cause ain't nobody stopping you
You doin' what you gotta do, need someone to sock it to
I get the news Ted Koppel do
This is something easy, soft and smooth
So watch me move