Colors Songtext
von Harry Mack

Yeah, c′mon, eh
One, two, check it, ayy, check it, ayy
Check it! Huh

I rap when the heat drops
Whether over instrumentals or the beatbox
H-Mack, they can tell that I be crushing
I said I'm improvising like it′s some vocal percussion

Yeah, and anytime the beat drops, I rock well
Hey yo, beatboxing kinda like Rahzel
Mack all up in it, and you know I be proud when it knocks
But yo, my beats breakin' outta the box

Harry Mack on another plane
Y'all know I′ma let them know
People ′round the planet, man, they really 'bout to sweat the flow
Several different lyrics I be getting hyper


My homie Micah was beatboxing up in the cypher
Back in middle school, hey yo, when I was a little fool
Yeah, when I was first learning to break the rules
Come up with my own sound and my own style
Now I′m on Omegle, got the people goin' wild

C′mon, they can try to diss me, but I won't be damaged though
′Cause I am not a human being, I'm an animal
It's Harry Mack, they can′t do what I do
I keep it true, my recording studio′s at the zoo

Heh, H-Mack got you all in the rage
But I'm a wild animal, I′m breakin' out of the cage
Yeah, I′m really killing this, I hope my people feeling this
I'm working diligent, animal all out in the wilderness

I′m here y'all, and my name is Harry
Such a, animals like bears they gon' compare me
C′mon, and y′all know I'ma kill the beat
I feast on ′em like a lion to a wildebeest

Ayy, I'm coming through homie, say what you say
Hit your knees and do this, but you′re still my prey
H-Mack on another plane got 'em all falling flat
When I kick a rhyme up on Omegle, they gon′ holler back


Okay, check it, I'ma leave the beat smothered
Every time I rhyme, I combine many colors
Yeah, and back when we was in the cypher circle
When I was still smoking, I'd be rolling up the purple

Yeah, they can′t do what I do in this place
Rappers, I′m 'bout to leave ′em black 'n blue in the face
Every time I grab the microphone, y′all know I'm on the scene
Speaking of colors, we′re stacking up and gettin' to the green

Check it, and y'all know that I′m ′bout to kill it certainly
Hold up, wait, it's gon′ to be a Code RED emergency
Harry Mack, man, I'm doing what I gotta do
Steppin′ incorrect to Harry Mack, I'm ′bout to slaughter you

Ayy, laid back y'all know I'm the mellow type
Smoking on the purple ′til I slow down like yellow lights
Hold up, I′m coming through too swift, just to perform
And they said nothing rhymes with orange

But I'm sharp like a thorn, out the cypher, your torn
I′ve been killing microphones from the day I was born
Yeah, I had to hop up on Omegle
Just so I could check ya and wreck ya
I'm improvising for music director