Mac Miller — War Games Freestyle

[Intro] Aight Aight, yeah Yeah Uh, yo Uh, yo, yo [Verse 1] Easy Mac, but my Mackin' Ain't Easy The other rappers [?] is so cheesy You wanna get up to me, the game needs me I be ya bitch like a beat says, "Please me" So I don't even know, but I keep on teasing I just keep on doin' it, it's a Point Breeze thing I'ma about to do it, it's the trees bring brought And you's about to get shot 'Cause my shit is lyrical, hit gets sent to you like spiritual If you wanna do it, I'm a kid in school Just tryna [?] this shit is so typical, it's pitiful Shittin' on this chick 'cause I'm hittin' you I'ma hit you back with some shit, as a matter of fact Nobody can say what I say, nobody can do that So I can do that, baby, screw cats And I'm about to do it, baby, yeah, I knew that And if you wanna come and get into the room back I'ma come to you dressed in black, that is how I act So if you wanna come, you can't even see me or be me Malcolm McCormick is on the CD, it's so easy And matter fact, it's Easy Mac Got some good tree or weed, give me four G's of that Maybe a little more, get maybe a quarter And I'm about to do it, lyrical slaughter I'm about to do it 'cause this shit's like water I make it rain, I make it pour on you haters [Interlude] I make it rain like the Lakers Yo Uh Yo Easy Mac [Verse 2] Yo, it is the war game, playin' you like board games And I'm just [?], grabbin' more fame I'm killin' more lames, I'm gettin' more chains You think you [?], I'm makin' [?] And if you wanna do it clean like the cocaine or propane When I explode, you know I know things 'Cause I have wisdom, it's a lyrical prisdom And if you wanna know 'cause I hate him, I ain't with him If he did that on Saturday night I can't tell you shit, you ain't fuckin' askin' me right You is just investigatin', debatin' if I was doin' shit Screw you, bitch, I'm about to [?] 'cause you knew the shit I was right here, that's my fuckin' alibi You can't do it 'cause you know I'll make the battle-cry When I come back, I gotta battle rap Askin' me questions, homie, I'ma battle grap—battle back That's what I meant to say But if you think I was serious, I meant to play So if you wanna make me confuse you or use you Like a drug, I abuse you, it's what the Jews do I don't really care, true, boo, word I don't know 'cause it's the same shit ya heard Before the shit was word, before the shit float I do this shit, keep it warm like a coat I don't even know, the shit's ain't wrote It's written, that shit is not written It's just lyrical, free-style spittin' I ain't kiddin', I'm serious Make sure ya ears are open so you can be hearin' this [Outro] A free-style genius right there, I mean, come on