YouTube URL: Mac Miller and Bill The Kid Freestyle Session
Instrumental: Respiration (Pete Rock Remix Instrumental) – Black Star.


LYRICS

[Mac Miller] What up y’all. It’s your boy Easy Mac
[Bill The Kid / Bill Waves] It’s Wild Bill
[Mac] Es and Empire
[Bill] Triples Es
[Mac] Haha. Bout to get a lil like … late as fuck … feel like rappin and shit. A lil, lil cypher started, just me and Bill, you know what I’m sayin?
It’s fuckin square and shit. Haha.
Not again. 

[Mac Miller, Verse 1]
(Yo. Ha. One time. One time.
Alright look, look
Yo look)
I murder a pussy in the burgundy hoodie
It turn to be shook after I’m just burning this kush weed 
I look out after the blunt and the herb 
While you mush-mouth rappers stay stumblin your words 
You suck with your verse
And you really want to battle me
We rumblin first
And homie that’s a casualty 
Bumble bees buzzin, please get your mind right 
Cuz I can spit against nine mics
That’s five Mike Jordans 
Two Mike Jacksons 
One Mike Tyson 
One Vick, what’s happen
Got nice raping, spit ice like Alaskans
So cold that you might need a jacket 
Bitch ass has-beens, never made it happen 
I’mma grow up and be rich like Aspen 
Ha, yous a joke and I’m hardly laughin 
I’ll leave you crew stylin like Charlie Chaplin 

[Bill The Kid, Verse 2]
Yea I’mma drop on spot, you got a topic?
You bitches just mock shit comin on the top tip
It’s Wild Bill rubber grip
Smoking Tropics 
Running pass through
Got me comin on that hot shit.
I’mma clock my stock, I got to watch it 
These cops trying to knock my spot, they can’t stop it. 
Bitches get bit for their butter and bread 
I got that double pump shotty right under the bed 
Yeah, shit’s official, and I ain’t goin to miss you 
Just hit it back. Whatever’s after that’s another issue 
Weed and hashish, smokin like a gat piece 
Mind’s on my money got me workin on my ___
Skip the beat bass fast and skip past 
I can see it in your face, ye ain’t even got to ask, yeah
Spittin them facts so fast you can’t see shit
And I keep a hustle dedicated to them weed bricks.
I d-i-s drip you with intent, dollar got your face like the end of a sentence
So how you going to have a lifetime rap career, comin on this shit talkin about you was Trappin here. 
You fake ass bitches gonna see it in the end, my end see bigger faces, 
The fake shit is just pretend  
And if you hate it, come face it, you ain’t a friend, and I bend 10 men 
Just like a stretched Benz
Yo, fall off, I put you back in again 
Back crack if you act whack 
Stay packed and strange
So I’mma set it off, let it off
Mac man, come on

[Mac Miller, Verse 3]
Yo yo
Get em I got them 
I hit em I get them again.
Get them I got them, I hit em with them and they friends.
Get em I got em I say to em I stop them, no problem
From a crime city like Gotham
Batman and Robin can’t stop em no way
Ask the cops, I’m a problem, Okay
Yea, from the dice, that’s the green and the white
And I beat up a mic. When I’m eatin I bite 
Lyrically, I just skeet on the mic
Tell them them bitches they can eat what they like 
Yeah swag up now I’m takin the bow
I’m laying you out with some haze and a smile 
Got monkey balls like a playground 
And hoes from Pittsburgh down to A-Town 
Bet the house on me, pull your cash out 
I’m an All Star and a Smash Mouth 
Yea partner, partner, the game is on 
Put your lighters up, make sure the flame is strong 
See I call girls Mom but I hate they moms 
Till I’m running through they head like your favorite song, ha
McCain’s wrong  
Fuck John McCain but Sarah Palin get up on his brains yea
Pain is love and love is a drug
I have your girl in the tub like rub-a-dub, ha
Ask anybody, heard I’m dirty, but, ya’ll is gay like Bert and Ernie
So I’m just chilling and I really got this scholar skill, let me pass this mic to my man right Dollar Bill 

[Bill The Kid, Verse 4]
Yo I can’t think off the top man 
It’s Wild Bill I’m coming up off pot man
Yo it’s Wild Bill comin up with rhyme skill 
Keep up with the beat and I’m done with they eyes peeled
Yea cuz I spill rhyme that I feel and
Keep reminiscing on times as crownfield 
They never done how I did it in my field 
I keep going, running, my mind’s ill
I will knock you cuz you minimal 
Fake cats sack your raps ain’t even lyrical 
Stay killing caught up with career criminals
Cutting up cush, recalibrating my digital 
My cake long, it ain’t funny it’s pitiful
I pitch five piece 
Twister swisher then I finish you 
Wild Bill man I diminish you 
Lyrically, finish you

[Mac Miller, Verse 5]
Yo this here is off the top of the brain
I’m like a football player, I don’t stop with the pain 
Hot with some flames 
You’ll never see me dropping the name, at your girl’s house 
You can find me coping some brains 
cuz I stay flat, I stay hot, yeah kick around then 
I’m going wave bye
Now I’m gone
And sorry no disrespect 
But listen sir could I grab another cigarette 
cuz I’ve just been chilling waiting for a Newport 
Trying play hoops on the court, said I’m too short. 
So then I just turned to this rap shit 
Learn to flip words like gymnastics 
On my dick dog really you an ass kiss 
Blunt will I pass this 
You can lick the ashes 
Yeah I’m just playing about the smokin square 
Then after that I’ll hit you with a couple broken chairs 
Yeah and ain’t 
Listen, everybody really the rap they ain’t spittin
Shit I make kixens where I’m hot on the topic
Yo, let me get your wallet, Bill, what’s the top 

[Bill The Kid, Verse 6]
Yo I done sold hundreds of thousands of dimes 
You saying you pop fine, you just lying your lines 
I’m trying to not die, so I’mma ride with the rhymes 
But I die for stop trying, so I ride for this time 
Only thing you ever sold the other half of your dime bag
I’m tired of petty grind, where’s the organized crime at
I get a package and I run it like a lineback 
Bring it through the line 
But them guys trying to find that
Come and get that
Just try to keep it intact 
I cock my fist back and smack his head impact 
I puff Lemon Haze with great Minute Maid 
Got that bright green shade 
I’m feeling it, really daze

[Mac Miller]
Haha. That’s how we do it yo