Freshest Bars Of My Whole Career Part 2

[Verse 1] I fight like Tyson, you bite like Tyson I see myself in you, it's very exciting Very enticing the way I make the mic spin I got all the shine, you wonder where the lights been I'm not an elephant, but I'm built like one And you tryna step to me looking like a toothpick, son? I forget half my bars, imagine how good I could've been I don't follow foolish trends, bunch of hooligans My mad lips will make you meet your doom again Like Madvillainy part 2, see you soon, my friend The loot'll spin, that's what I call a cash flow Make waves like Cuban missiles in the days of Castro I'm astronomical, you're just comical, but nobody laughing The only place you belong is in my trash bin No one cold as me, they say I'm a cold emcee So cold I'll make your nose hairs freeze Perform on stage, make the front row sneeze Cause I'm blessed like that, that's a twist ending Like me finishing the knot of a trucker's hitch But never finishing the rhyme I'm about as smooth as Deller production Build bars on bars, that's a stellar construction Then I come back and say I'm with a trucker's bitch Just so I can finish the line Still checking to see if you paying attention I just wanna see your facial expression Pick a spot anywhere and I'll face you there Even my facial hair grows its own facial hair Put it on fire and it won't burn out That's the source of my power, you gon' learn now [Break] This the part where I breathe [Verse 2] Punch every instrumental, that's some beat boxing Don't lose sleep over gossip, so keep talking Mention my haters 5 times to prove how I don't care If you see me in the streets then please don't stare Cause I never leave my room, and that's a fake copy You'se a fake fan if you really thought that was me Put myself in jail only to pass around my mixtape Gather 'round in the yard, but slow down, I didn't say milkshake Must be talking 'bout stadiums when you say I sold out More packed than vacation bags when I go out With every rhyme I spit I break it down But I don't have the luxury of breaking down Cause I'm the general, gotta make tough calls Like attempting connection with a phone from 1994 And that's the same year I was born What a glorious day and you already know Same day as Orlando, but I bloom more Feeling like I'm walking in heaven on this blue floor Stack taco shells on top of taco shells, aye amigo My pink diamonds so fly, they flamingos I swear I'm not a man, I'm Mac Miller All my songs lack filler, my tracks iller Every rapper give me a headache, especially myself They are just pieces of paper, you can have my wealth All they want is for me to be brutally honest Truth be told I got no money, make it rain chocolate Still pretend like I got lot of sixes, that's elementary My rhymes are fluid, go deeper than the seven seas Still I wonder more than eight times a day Make no sense, but my songs gets tons of plays Don't give me ratings, I want your reactions The meanest shit you can tell me is just a fraction Of what I've done told myself, I'm numb to it You think you can get to me? You dumb stupid Get at me, I fiend of people firin' shots I can't even finish this rhyme cause I got writer's block I have no idea what the hell I'm doing Now this entire shit is ruined