Mac Miller — It Gets No Better Than This

[Verse 1] I'm asinine, cat can rhyme with the acid lines And if you haven't seen me spit then ya ass is blind I'm a mastermind, far more intelligent, I'm elegant Good penmanship and so excellent Exercise my mind, now I'm set to rise Elevatin', levitatin' 'cause we mesmerized Simon said to rhyme, so I follow the leader And if you got a problem, you can swallow my sneakers If you think I won't, you should know that I will My words is hard to swallow like an oversized pill You overdose, spit fire and now the microphone is toast I'ma spit 'til every MC's bones are broke An overlord of Post-It notes filled with quotes you spoke You spit a line you wrote, I flip it back, okie-doke Acknowledge it, words hit you like a hollow-tip Haters mad when they see me spit, they gotta follow it What the problem is, homie? We can solve it quick I spit that acid, know your flows dissolve in it You'll get forgotten quick, another lost memory You might be remembered as Easy Mac's enemy But ain't no one gon' remember your name I make it snow in April; in December, it rain Mac's ferocious, and y'all is just atrocious I'm supercalifragilisticexpialidocious A funeral is at your back, so get your ass some roses I'm spittin' cancer at you cats and that's a diagnosis My flow sick, leave you speechless like hypnosis And lead your ass to the Promised Land like Moses [Chorus] Easy Mac, faster rapper, master of the craft It's disaster, passin' rappers, man, I had to laugh I'm jabbin' cats, they gon' feel my punch Attackin' tracks, watch ya back or I'ma steal ya lunch [Post-Chorus] I'm leavin' competitors pissed To tell the truth, it gets no better than this (Nope, Easy Mac) I'm leavin' competitors pissed To tell the truth, it gets no better than this [Verse 2] Yeah, yeah The prophecy set onto me, I'm the prodigy My mob is deep, and when you pray, then you talk to me I spit logically, words like Socrates Automatic with the flow like Bird when he shot a three My rap profession and I'm pressin' for progression Why you stressin'? Explosive aggressive Messages I send, then I'ma bomb ya [?] it's karma You imposters, beatin' me to [?] I ain't in school from eight to three, hooky like vacancy My legacy holds more power than the paper, see I'm hot like the place Satan be, cops hatin' me The federal agency got all they guns aimed at me And since the age of three, puffin' on the dankest tree I'm makin' cheese, tell the hoes to get naked please We in the world that's surrounded by water Founded by fathers, surrounded by talkers I'm the godfather on this mic: Corleone The king of Pittsburgh, so why don't you hop up out my throne? Or I'll promise, family in black like they gothic When I spit, your eyeballs pop right up out they sockets I don't fuck with the justice, it doesn't exist You talkin' shit just because you got nothin' to spit I'm runnin' this shit And in about twenty seconds you clowns will be steppin' from my presence [Chorus] Easy Mac, faster rapper, master of the craft It's disaster, passin' rappers, man, I had to laugh I'm jabbin' cats, you gon' feel my punch Attackin' tracks, watch ya back or I'ma steal ya lunch [Post-Chorus] It gets no better than this