'82 - '92

[Intro: Mac Miller]

Hey, hey

What up, Term?

Uh-huh, uh-huh

And it go like

I'ma let the beat ride out for a little bit, you know what I mean?

Just so y'all can feel what I'm feelin'

Aight, now that we on the same page

Aight, look

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

Hey, hey

We be makin' that classic shit, rappin' on some Statik hits

Immaculate Mac a spaz and laughin' at all these average kids

Be with the baddest bitch, style so miraculous

Think you heard me spit, but you don't even know the half of it

Keep it funky hungry like I need some money

Cheeky so my speech is funny, own it like it's bees and honey

Tweedle-dee and dummy, tryna take some G's up from me

Yeah, they hate me but they love me, I be sillier than putty

Motherfucker, y'all be shapeshiftin'

Hate spittin', but with them wack bars

Take pictures with eight bitches, boy, we some rap stars

Used to fuck around and just kick it in my backyard

Now I'm on the road, hittin' shows with some bad broads

Me and Term be on that hip-hop shit

Surprised this youngin here know what real hip-hop is

Everybody here be like, "Oh, this my ish"

Hey yo, Term, go and kick that shit

[Verse 2: Termanology]

Listen my mellow, the metal will turn you into jello

Claimin' that you peddle with mettle but never in the ghetto

Kill a fellow rapper, immaculate, never will I settle

With a middle class budget 'cause, buddy, I get the cheddar

Scrape up you amateurs, babble on when I batter ya

Bakin' brownies with hash in 'em, bachelor who be smashin' them

Gucci wallet attractin' 'em, hoochies always be flashin' them

Loosies yo, I be stackin' 'em, so really I'm imaginin'

The wax killer, with Mac Miller, my rap's iller

Just ask Spitta for Curren$y, I'm a cash-getter

I smash Twitter and Facebook, you straight shook

I do a song with you, homie, and it's a great look

My shotty handle is Armani, they all on me

Call mami and twist her back out like origami

I pour Johnny Walker in my cup

Ever since a little pup, I knew me and Stat was gon' live it up

[Scratch Hook: Statik Selektah]

Sicker than your average, average

Who's really the shit?

1-9-8-2. 1-9-9-2

Si-si-si—sicker than your average, average

Who's really the shit?

1-9-8-2. 1-9-9-2

[Verse 3: Mac Miller & Termanology]

I'm better than good, it sounds so now they mad, they hatin' on him

Girlies be waitin', I'm skatin' a figure eight up on 'em

Bitches be makin' me lemonade and cupcakes

Now you on my dick, bitch, tell me how my nuts taste

And we like, "Fuck Jake," tryna get this puff cake

We bad boys for real, homie, you trunk space

I'll put a body in a Maserati from the lottie (Hey)

I'm Pacquiao and a Rottie mixed with the Dalai Lami (Hey, hey, hey)

Hey, you mad I ain't as lame as you, eatin' beats like some Asian food

Flowin' that's uncontainable, rooftop, amazin' view

A million rappers in the game, but I'ma make it soon

They spendin' money for me, now I'm pay-per-view (Yo, yo, ayo)

Squash you like a tomato do, burners while high will blaze at you

My mami take the pillow and bite it when I be lacin' it

It's undebateable, roll around with a hater crew

Mac was born in '92 but he rhyme like he from '82

[Scratch Hook: Statik Selektah]

Bars sicker than your average, average

Who's really the shit?

1-9-8-2. 1-9-9-2

Si—, si—, si—, sicker than your average, average

Who's really the shit?

1-9-8-2. 1-9-9-2

[Outro: Termanology]

1982, the album comin' soon

Bitch