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Songtexte: Mac Miller. The Jukebox. Get It In The Floor.

Y'all ain't doin' jack shit, just a buncha has beens
what the fuck happened? why'd you stop rappin?
Huh?
I'm the future, tryna ball like a hoopa
attack a beat like a cougar, rouga(?)
who that dude that wanna come and talk shit
i'm so fly, high up in my cock pit
the tapes comin' boy wait until I drop it
it's some hot shit i know you goin cop it
it's like tha carter 3 mixed wit da chronic (classic)
plus some big L and nas hits
i tell em watch this, and start spittin out rockets
light a beat up like some fiber optics
pause.. you aint seen this yet kid
ressurectin this dmx diff
on tracks i be doin them bmx flips
sex chicks and move on up to the next bitch
big like texas don't mess wit tha freshest
yeah i spin electric my set is the bestest
in the PA, country, continent, the world
cryin lil bitches i aint startin wit u girls
It's Mac (it's Mac) It's Mac jump back
dumb raps shit my lungs is black
uhh yeah its mac, say it again
chest collapse when you takin it in
i'm playin to win spittin it right
we just a couple a kids livin the life
and im stayin sharp like the end of a knife
and ya girl come to me cuz u aint hittin it right

haha ay yo thats how it go down, dont even need a hook for this shit know what im sayin? im just keep on spittin let this camera keep roliln and shit


lesson, if you wanna play wit da kid
see dont come bull shittin sayin you spit
say you, up and comin but just buggin
i dont rap for the stacks i rap cuz i rap
and mac be the cat wit the haze and the dro
games for the doe im the next up to blow
stretchin the flows im that all white
yeahh
and spark mic's like a shark bite
you as bright, bout as bright as a car light
hahaa
and you aint tight you just all right
im as nice as a calm night
chillin wit some broads bout as raw as a bar fight
you can't ignore me any more, the bass bumpin through tha floor
make veterans feel like they aint did it before
im a black belt bitch get ya ass kicked
my weed bomb you could smell it through the plastic
take a whiff, please all ya senses
in this rap shit they call me God's apprentice cuzz
they say the kid got the hardest sentence
feelin like a pitch from Roger Clemens.

thats how it go down
you know how it is all day
mac miller, easy mac the juke box.
play any beat muhh fucker, imma murder it
career criminal
serial killer.