Next Gear Songtext
von Harry Mack

They just wanna know where I′ma go from here
Probably wonderin' if I′ll be around next year
See me put it all in drive, what's the next gear aye
See me put it all in drive, can I really steer? Aye

They just wanna know where I'ma go from here
Everybody got advice but bitch it′s my career
See me put my shit in drive, what′s the next gear?
I ain't work this hard to fuck around and disappear

Talking like you on my level
Yeah mother fucking right
Every view is worth a nickel
I be set for fucking life
Fuck your mother fucking budget
All I need′s an iPhone 5
Rhyme for twenty-thousand people every time that I go live


If you sat next to your idol and had one shot to impress
You would spit your favourite written
All that time that you invest
I just let him serve me words
Then I served him back a classic
When you watch it you get goosebumps
Bitch that shit is fucking magic

Anywhere I'm at, guarantee you I′ma kill it
If I want it I'ma will it
Make a plan and then I′ll build it
And my flow is like your tank when it's empty, you better feel it
And my name is like some oil underground
'Cause I′ma drill it in you′re mother fucking mind

By saying it every other fucking line
Harry, Harry, Harry Mack
Harry Mack one time
See me in the video, they saying I'm the one
Never dropped a record so they figured I was done

But the kid in me will never quit and tried to tell ′em
Had 'em shitting when they see me sitting next to Ellen
Signing with no major but reminding all my haters
I′m the only who's improvising off top
When I′m on television, radio and stages at these major shows
So this is different
They just can't believe it so they claiming it's a Nas record back in ′96 talking ′It Was Written'


They just wanna know where I′ma go from here
Probably wonderin' if I′ll be around next year
See me put it all in drive, what's the next gear aye
See me put it all in drive, can I really steer? Aye

They just wanna know where I′ma go from here
Everybody got advice but bitch it's my career
See me put my shit in drive, what's the next gear?
I ain′t work this hard to fuck around and disappear

It′s a moment, I'ma own it
You ain′t got the same component
Chances are you would've blown it
And they never would′ve shown it
Now these haters talking while the station jockin' on his dick
Shout to Cruz, shout to Edgar
I′ma walk you through this shit

Venice video is going crazy everything was flooded
Hundred e-mails daily, I'm just glad I saw the fuckin' subject
I ain′t pull no strings, fuck a puppet
Pulled up in a bucket
They said, "We forgot that speaker, though"
So I just said, "Fuck it!"

A cappella while they walk a fella ′round the block and I be steady weaving everything I'm seeing altogether
They believin′ in the vision
Put me next to one of my favorite emcees and let him listen but it's kinda hard to be in that position
′Lotta guys cringey when they improvise though they tried to survive in this game couldn't last too long
Haters thinking they burnin′ me don't concern me eternally on my journey and my path's too strong
Claiming you better, damn it, you lying

Like a cannibal, lion, you better swallow your pride
Killing my vibe, they ain′t heard from me
Cursing me, thought I pulled out
See me in the commercial and thought I sold out
I′ve just been grinding
My time is right now on my 9,999th hour and 59 minutes
When this rhyme is finished I'm certified master, bitch sit back and witness it

They just wanna know where I′ma go from here
Probably wonderin' if I′ll be around next year
See me put it all in drive, what's the next gear, aye
See me put it all in drive, can I really steer, ay

They just wanna know where I′ma go from here
Everybody got advice but, bitch, it's my career
See me put my shit in drive, what's the next gear?
I ain′t work this hard to fuck around and disappear

Y′all ain't really rappers, you actors
I might as well be all up on a tractor ′cause I'm really working in the field
Kinda like I had a wack attorney and was wrongfully convicted by the jury ′cause I'm certain to appeal
I might even take the film right off of the projector and throw it directly at ′em; I'ma hit 'em with the reel
Stomping on the San Andreas fault line
Every time I rhyme, this some shit the whole city gonna feel

Gets down, I flip clowns, I spit sounds, I rip rounds
I kill y′all, ill y′all
Break it down and rebuild y'all
Paid some dues, they gave me views
I made some moves and them checks cleared
Fans missing my transmissions I transition to the next gear

Gimme the mic I′m gripping it right inside of my hand when I be on I'm flippin′ it tight like nobody can
Giving 'em raps for spirit of mind so give me the prize
Gimme the gat, pack, lyrical line I′m lookin' to shine
Setting my aim, ready to bang shit
Off of the head of the brain, off of the top
Stay ahead of the game
They better remain out of the way, um
How do I say I'm better than y′all keeping it real, you′re trash
I'm ready to bash your head on the wall

Switch up the flow
My secret weapon like nuclear missile that′s locked in my armory
Although it's popular, I am not popping
Narcotics that′s copped in our pharmacy
Pop it, regardless you pop that shit probably
Honor me, I am a prophet, a shaman
A god of these raw righteous lyrics
Non-believers better fear it
I'm gone