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Mac Miller - Rap Bumpin Imbecile Lyrics

[Intro]
Don Notz
EZ Mac, Class Clown, haha

[Chorus]
(Life) I'm your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Blazin' the haze and just playin' with some syllables
I'm your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Blazin' the haze and just playin' with some syllables (Yo; Life)

[Verse 1]
I got the weight of some boulders that been placed up on my shoulders
I want this now, so I ain't gon' wait until I'm older (Nope)
I'm the soldier that be ready for war, with a pen as my sword
A paintbrush and the cement of the floor
Fuck a sixteen, here's a twenty-four
And if that ain't enough for you, I'll spit you twenty more (Haha)
I see you in the corner just chillin', wantin' somethin' to feel
Sick of talkin' 'bout money, you want somethin' that's real (Life; Yup)
See, I've traveled down the root of all evil (Of all evil)
Along the way, I tried to carry all of my peoples
But I'm done with that shit, I'll take a blunt and some fifth
And a pen and a pad replace a gun and a clip (Life)
Thoughts of my mother, see, I always seem to think of my friends
I could stand against an army with my ink and a pen (Bring it)
I'll take a tax from your ass, go ahead and start swingin'
'Cause when it's my turn, your ears just won't be ringin' (Life)
See, I tear them shits off with these lyrics
Turn you into food to feed spirits, yup, I feed spirits
I know you fear it, but come close and listen
I'm speakin' so beautifully, these words get smitten (Smitten)
I got lyrics written (Written) on the walls and the ceilin' (Ceilin')
Every room in the crib, from my bathroom to kitchen (Kitchen)
This beat and words in the air through my bedroom
Cluttered space, I have but an inch of headroom
[Chorus]
(Life) I'm your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile (See, that's how it is, man)
Your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile (The Ill Spoken)
Your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile (Easy Mac, that's how we gon' do it)
Blazin' the haze and just playin' with some syllables
I'm your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile (Don Notz)
Your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile (Yo, let me get into this one more time real quick)
Your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile (I ain't done with these muhfuckers yet)
Blazin' the haze and just playin' with some syllables (Life)

[Verse 2]
'Cause it's pen and a pad, letter to word, word to verses
My pen stays on the page like I'm writin' them in cursive (Yup)
Thoughts to mind, I brought to rhyme in jotted lines
See, I bought a dime to hold me over 'til the clock is nine (Life)
Lifted, reach out my hands to pull you in (Yup)
See, I take you back to class like the day that school begins
When I was ten, I decided this wasn't me
Started spliffin' up trees and got skimped with the weed (Life)
But I was ten, a playground punk try and start shit
Spark spliffs, throwin' enemies into a shark pit
Chronic seemed to be the way to make me happy
The fifth grader who passed tree up in the alley
See, me and Beedie, well, we been knew each other
When we was younger, I was chillin' with his lil' brother (Yo)
He knew me as the young buck hangin' with the older kids
That fifth grader who was posted up smokin' spliffs (Life)
I was never the kid who didn't speak his mind
Rulin' every school I went to, man, the streets was mine
For elementary, I went to East Hills
I was taught to let the beef grill, it was kill or be killed (True)
Then I ain't gon' lie, it's cool
I spent two or three years up at a private school
The lil' troublemaker, never did abide by rules
Baggy khakis, untucked shirt and untied shoes
[Chorus]
(Life) I'm your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Blazin' the haze and just playin' with some syllables (Life)
I'm your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Your everyday blunt smokin', rap bumpin' imbecile
Blazin' the haze and just playin' with some syllables (Life)

[Outro]
Aight, y'all
See, that's how it is, how it's always gon' be
From age sixteen to whenever I feel like stop rappin', you know what I'm sayin'?
What up? It's The Ill Spoken
"What up?" to my man Beedie
You know, right now we doin' it big, real big
Basically, to all my boys who been with me along the way
Talkin' 'bout $weet Jame$, D-Wreck, TriGGa (Life)