Didgeridoo by Harry Mack Lyrics
[Intro - Harry Mack]
Yeah, Uh, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, check
Check, check, check, check
[Verse - Harry Mack]
Peace to my homie who’s starting to dance
Asked him where he’s at, he said “out in France.”
I just be out here, I work in the kitchen
Every time I flow, you know I’m enrichin’
Your whole vibe, check how I’m stylin’
When I start kicking bars, he start smilin’
Everything that I do on point
Peace to my homie who be blazing a joint
Yeah, you know that I’m dope with the fuck
Treat the mic like a joint, then I’m smoking it up
Matter of fact, I perfumed the whole room
Harry Mack, about to get you high like the boom
Uh, I be holy like an apostle
He’s breathing in the joint, blowing smoke through his nostril
Yeah, all of my lyrics are colossal
Uh, you know that I’m about to go and grab it
When I’m on it, I’mma add it, I’ll be puffing on the reefer
I’m about to turn the skeptic to a believer
Yeah, you know that I really go hard
Grab on the mic and I’m leaving them scarred
Yeah, you know I spit to your ears
Now with the joint he’d be gripping his beer
When I be rhyming, I’m going full throttle
He’d just be sipping the beer out the bottle
Uh, I’m about to spit it for you
Making weird sound like a Didgeridoo
Harry Mack, like a crazy Flemish, like an instrument from an alien
Yeah, check out the flow I’m achieving
I should just practice some circular breathing
That shit would really be pain relieving
Yeah, I’m about to squeeze all my steezin’
Uh, squeezing my steelo into the track when I rhyme like this
Uh, shout out to my man, ‘cause he’s rolling a joint, now he’s about to get lit
Uh, check out the way that I grab it, I’m steady performing
I said, “What’s up with your average day?”
He said, “I wake early in the morning, then I’ll be puffing my joint
I wake and I bake and then I go to work, I don’t make mistakes
I’m all in the kitchen, you know what I do
Yes, I’m getting down as a sous-chef”
I asked him, “What’s the cuisine?”
He looked at me like “The fuck do you mean?
It’s just the standard cuisine out in France”
I’m like “Alright, cool dawg, I see your stance.”
Uh, then on his break, smokes another one
Uh, Harry Mack flowing undercover sun
Yeah, you know that I like Lee rap
And I might just snap for my homie who be rocking the Nike hat
While he’s blowing out smoke, tryna tell him with the lyrics
Man, I’ve never been a joker
Just be doing what I’m feeling representing for my people
And you know my flow is lethal while I’m rocking on Omegle
And I do it on the Internet, you know I’ll be a bigger threat
I’m about to kill ya like your lungs from the cigarettes
Uh, Harry Mack is standing there
Now my man throwing his hands in the air
Matter of fact, when I rap with these
He gets so excited that he slaps his knees
Huh, you know there’s no replacing me, man
Now he got his face in his hand
Saying “Oh, man.”
They really can’t believe it, I do my freestyle
They ask me “What’s the secret?”
I told ‘em it ain’t nothin’, no love for those that’s judgin’
Shout out to my man, I feel connected like we cousins
What’s good?!
Yeah, Uh, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, check
Check, check, check, check
[Verse - Harry Mack]
Peace to my homie who’s starting to dance
Asked him where he’s at, he said “out in France.”
I just be out here, I work in the kitchen
Every time I flow, you know I’m enrichin’
Your whole vibe, check how I’m stylin’
When I start kicking bars, he start smilin’
Everything that I do on point
Peace to my homie who be blazing a joint
Yeah, you know that I’m dope with the fuck
Treat the mic like a joint, then I’m smoking it up
Matter of fact, I perfumed the whole room
Harry Mack, about to get you high like the boom
Uh, I be holy like an apostle
He’s breathing in the joint, blowing smoke through his nostril
Yeah, all of my lyrics are colossal
Uh, you know that I’m about to go and grab it
When I’m on it, I’mma add it, I’ll be puffing on the reefer
I’m about to turn the skeptic to a believer
Yeah, you know that I really go hard
Grab on the mic and I’m leaving them scarred
Yeah, you know I spit to your ears
Now with the joint he’d be gripping his beer
When I be rhyming, I’m going full throttle
He’d just be sipping the beer out the bottle
Uh, I’m about to spit it for you
Making weird sound like a Didgeridoo
Harry Mack, like a crazy Flemish, like an instrument from an alien
Yeah, check out the flow I’m achieving
I should just practice some circular breathing
That shit would really be pain relieving
Yeah, I’m about to squeeze all my steezin’
Uh, squeezing my steelo into the track when I rhyme like this
Uh, shout out to my man, ‘cause he’s rolling a joint, now he’s about to get lit
Uh, check out the way that I grab it, I’m steady performing
I said, “What’s up with your average day?”
He said, “I wake early in the morning, then I’ll be puffing my joint
I wake and I bake and then I go to work, I don’t make mistakes
I’m all in the kitchen, you know what I do
Yes, I’m getting down as a sous-chef”
I asked him, “What’s the cuisine?”
He looked at me like “The fuck do you mean?
It’s just the standard cuisine out in France”
I’m like “Alright, cool dawg, I see your stance.”
Uh, then on his break, smokes another one
Uh, Harry Mack flowing undercover sun
Yeah, you know that I like Lee rap
And I might just snap for my homie who be rocking the Nike hat
While he’s blowing out smoke, tryna tell him with the lyrics
Man, I’ve never been a joker
Just be doing what I’m feeling representing for my people
And you know my flow is lethal while I’m rocking on Omegle
And I do it on the Internet, you know I’ll be a bigger threat
I’m about to kill ya like your lungs from the cigarettes
Uh, Harry Mack is standing there
Now my man throwing his hands in the air
Matter of fact, when I rap with these
He gets so excited that he slaps his knees
Huh, you know there’s no replacing me, man
Now he got his face in his hand
Saying “Oh, man.”
They really can’t believe it, I do my freestyle
They ask me “What’s the secret?”
I told ‘em it ain’t nothin’, no love for those that’s judgin’
Shout out to my man, I feel connected like we cousins
What’s good?!