Mac Miller - War Games Freestyle lyrics

Aight aight, yeah
Yeah uh, yo
Uh, yo, yo

Easy Mac, but my Mackin' Ain't Easy
The other rappers satis factually
 are 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
It gets sent to you like spiritual
If you wanna do it, I'm a kid in school
Just tryna hit the bull, 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

I make it rain like the Lakers yo
Uh yo
Easy Mac

Yo, it is the war game
Playin' you like board games
And I'm just coming in, grabbin' more fame
I'm killin' more lames
I'm gettin' more chains
You think you is making it pour
I'm makin' more rain
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 hit 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 do it '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

A free-style genius right there, I mean
Come on