Alba s touto skladbou:
The Jukebox: Prelude to Class Clown,
Y'all ain't doing Jack shit, just a buncha has beens.
What the fuck happened? why you stop rapping?
Huh?
I'm the future, tryna ball like a hoopa.
Attack a beat like a cougar, rouga(?)
Who da.. dude that wanna come and talk shit.
I'm so fly, high up in my cockpit.
The tapes coming boy wait until I drop it.
It's some hot shit I know you gon cop it.
It's like the carter 3 mixed wit da chronic,
plus some big L and us hits.
I tell em watch this, start spitting 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 doing 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 best,
in the PA, country, continent, the world.
Crying lil bitches I ain't starting wit u girls.
It's Mac (it's Mac) It's Mac jump back.
Dumb raps and my lungs is black.
Uhh yeah its Mac, say it again.
Chest collapse when you takin it in.
I'm playin to win spitting it right.
We just a couple a kids living the life,
and i'm staying 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?
I'm just keep on spitting let this camera keep roling and shit.
Lesson, if you wanna play wit da kid.
See don't come bullshitting saying you spit.
Say you, up and comin but just bugging.
I don't rap for the stacks i rap cuz i rap,
and mac be the cat wit the haze and the dro.
Games for the doe i'm the next up to blow.
Stretching the flows im that all white.
Yeah
and spark mic's like a shark bite.
You as bright, bout as bright as a car light.
Ha ha
and you ain't tight you just all right.
I'm as nice as a calm night.
Chilling wit some broads bout as raw as a bar fight.
Cannon on me any more the base bumping through tha floor.
Make veterans, feel like they ain't did it before.
I'm a black belt bitch get ya ass kicked.
Myy 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 cuz,
they say the kid got the hardest sentence.
Feeling like a pitch from Roger Clemens.
Thats how it go down.
You know how it is all day.
Mac Miller, Easy Mac the Jukebox.
Play any beat muhh fucker, imma murder it.
Career criminal.
Serial killer.
Ha ha.
