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Mac Miller – Face The Facts (Prod DJ Premier) + Lyrics

Mac Miller hooked up with DJ Premier for this new joint “Face The Facts”. This will be off Macs upcoming, newly announced mixtape “92 Til Infinity” hosted by DJ Jazzy Jeff.
face the facts

Download: Mac Miller – Face The Facts (Prod DJ Premier)

lyrics after the jump

hey, hey, hey hey, just display a rhyme skill man thats what it is
92 till infinity and beyong, heh heh, and beyond
alright look, mothafuckas still rap, BEYOTCH

When I was fifteen, it was my dream to work with pream
he believed in what i do so now hes makin this beat
and im writin these rhymes, makin sure that i kill it
shinin like im a critic (or Cyrillic) the government can’t conceal it
my style they try to steal it cus people startin to feel it
im goin on these adventures somethin like on a field trip
and now im growin up lookin around this planet
some shit be goin on and i just can’t understand it
no need to panic i got to expand it
a million downloads im takin over your bandwidth
moments all can did kodak
reminisin go back, life feel good want yall to know that
don’t have no dill and no half a mill
just on my game start shit with a mass appeal
go platinum, independently, incredibly dope
you needa tell a scope to come and get at me
and maybe i could see to label my identity
they see my middle finger shut the FUCK up and let me be
thats how its always been and how it will be
filthy ass rhymes makein money but im still me
flippin the mics, spittin this nice, never could get everything that i like
(now i can copy) no matter the price
fuck if you get it im rappin for life
you can’t tell me shit, i got my own mind, its six in the morning
and now its go time


had to take the beat and let it breath usin up the oxygen
the kid he go rockin and there aint nobody to stoppin him
poppin up (Balls on balls) you see me stockin up
workin every second of the day and still not enough
now on that cocky stuff want yall to acknowledge us
if you don’t suck my dick bitch esophagus
you probably just go all on the internet
see a conversation and you feel the need to interject
i ain’t finished yet you dont think this kid a threat
im on the lose end find me supervision yet
you an mp3 im still in a set, vintage yet
futuristic with some shit that split your dick
my cadence complex rhyme without a concept, atomic bombs
your just a stupid fake bomb threat
six in the morning and im writing these rhymes workin hard
so that you know every night is a rhyme, fine