Rapsody, Mac Miller, Halo - Extra Extra lyrics

Hey, hey hey, hey hey hey uh
And Khrysis on the beat, what up?
Uh, a little Henny and a turkey burger and
Couple cigarettes and
A'ight, a'ight, a'ight, a'ight
I'll rap for 'em

Hey, hey yeah
It's young Mac-a-bee and Rapsody
Tell these ma'fuckers that they haven't
Heard the last of me
All over the map like your latitude
Rhyming with an attitude
This is the beginning
You ain't even got to chapter two
I don't got to battle you
I'm better than you is four-year-old bars
You ain't worthy of new shit
Corey and Topanga
You can watch the boy meet world
With the homie Rapsody, uh
Return of the b-girl
It's easy as fuck, all I need is a good beat
Fuck me for who I am
But love me for who I could be
And it's simple when you living like I am
'Cause I remember grinding
Spitting for five fans
Now I got damn near a million boy
Oh, I ain't doing shit? You
Can kill that noise
I got a sniper type flow, here, I'll take aim
'Cause the boy be riding tracks
Like a freight train
Wishing I could have Mac Miller
Produced by J Dilla
Saluting all the legends that gone
Just know we miss ya
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Hard beats and boom bap
I'd die without this Hip-Hop
Yeah, I'd die without this Hip-Hop
This Hip-Hop, shit

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Late night chilling, not really high off shit
Can’t afford it
I got work to hit with no benefit's
And a car to drive that
Really don’t go too fast
Pushing it to the limit 'til
The day that I crash
So I'm up nights in studio, working for pay
Tryna make some classic music that
My children can play for they kids' kids
Influence they can reincarnate
Me in they lines and they raps
That they someday will make, yeah
Chilling with Mac, 10 after two
Just after dude finished rocking the stage
That’s how hard work pays
I choose top 10, eight thousand hoorays
Got they hands high as
Tightropes: Janelle Monáe
So I spend days and nights on mics
The life I wanted to
And I can have it too if
I just kill in the booth
Niggas ain’t get enough, yeah
We back in the cut
April 1st, fool's day, but yo
This ain't a bluff
It's the return of the duo that you
Know as the illest on scene
To make it go, Hip-Hop to let you know
Rap and Mac Miller, yeah, we back in the spot
So one time for all the lovers, yeah
One time for Hip-Hop (Hip-hop)

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Hip-hop, what would I do without it?
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Turn it up and play me in your Audi

Uh, uh on the track, throttle and shift
Nascar, follow my drift
Jeff Gordon recording the cure
For the boredom priceless, can’t afford 'em
Don’t need you to reward 'em
I feel super, blame it on the Buddha, ha
Cats nice, but they still getting neutered
Flow champion, meet me in the Pantheon
Buzzing like infinity and beyond
Ha, Jamla rep hardest
Ha, rebuildin' what you tarnished
Uh, awesome power I harness
Eating like a five-star meal with the garnish
Look, I’m the end if you start this
Paper and pencil you fucking sketch artist
Most Dope flows from Mac, Rap
And H-A-L-O making dudes pump their brakes
We tired of them Big Willie rappers
Ha, they gimmicks and silly factors
Wait, I get it, you really actors
Reading the script upside down and backwards
Like my Honda's a hillbilly tractor
Ha, and her throat is the farm
All I do is plant seeds and
Park it in her barn
Real vivid, forced to deal with it, I'm that

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Dyslexics too struggle about it
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Most Dope and Jamla all about it uh
Most Dope and Jamla all about it uh
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