Next Gear - Harry Mack

They just wanna know where I’ma go from here

Probably wondering if I’ll be around next year

See me put it all in drive, what’s the next gear aye

See me put it all in drive, can I really steer?

They just wanna know where I’ma go from here

Everybody got advice but bitch it’s my career

See me put my shit in drive, what’s the next gear?

I ain’t work this hard to fuck around and disappear

Talking like you on my level

Yeah mother fucking right

Every view is worth a nickel

I be set for fucking life

Fuck your mother fucking budget

All I need’s an iPhone 5

Rhyme for twenty-thousand people every time that I go live

If you sat next to your idol and had one shot to impress

You would spit your favourite written

All that time that you invest

I just let him serve me words

Then I served him back a classic

When you watch it you get goosebumps

Bitch that shit is fucking magic

?, guarantee you I’ma kill it

If I want it I’ma will it

Make a plan and then I’ll build it

And my flow is like your tank when it’s empty, you better feel it

And my name is like some oil underground

'Cause I’ma drill it in you’re mother fucking mind

By saying it every other fucking line

Harry, Harry, Harry Mack

Harry Mack one time

See me in the video, they saying I’m the one

Never dropped a record so they figured I was done

But the kid in me will never quit and tried to tell 'em

Had 'em shitting when they see me sitting next to Ellen

Signing with no major but reminding all my haters

I’m the only who’s improvising off top

When I’m on television, radio and stages at these major shows

So this is different

They just can’t believe it so they claiming it’s a Nas record back in '96

talking 'It Was Written'

It’s a moment, I’ma own it

You ain’t got the same component

Chances are you would’ve blown it

And they never would’ve shown it

Now these haters talking while the station jacking on his dick

Shout to Cruz, shout to Edgar

I’ma walk you through this shit

Venice video is going crazy everything was flooded

Hundred e-mails daily, I’m just glad I saw the fucking subject

I ain’t pull no strings, fuck a puppet

Pulled up in a bucket

They said, 'We forgot that speaker though'

So I just said fuck it

A cappella while they walk a feller round the block and I be steady weaving

everything I’m seeing altogether they believing in the vision

Put me next to one of my favourite MC’s and let him listen but it’s kinda hard

to be in that position

'Lotta guys cringey when they improvise though they tried to survive in this

game couldn’t last too long

Haters thinking they burn 'em it don’t concern me eternally on my journey and

my path’s too strong

Claiming you better, damn it you lying

Like a cannibal lion, you better swallow your pride

Killing my vibe, they ain’t heard from me

Cursing me, thought I pulled out

See me in the commercial and thought I sold out

I’ve just been grinding

My time is right now on my 9,999th hour and 59 minutes

When this rhyme is finished I’m certified master, bitch

Sit back and witness it

Y’all ain’t really rappers you actors

I might as well be all up on a tractor 'cause I’m really working in the field

Kinda like I had a whack attorney and was wrongfully convicted by the jury

'cause I’m certain to appeal

I might even take the film right off of the projector and throw it directly at

'em I’ma hit 'em with the real

Stomping on the San Andreas fault line

Every time I rhyme, this some shit the whole city gonna feel

Gets down, I flip clowns, I spit sounds, I rip rounds

I kill ya’ll, ill y’all

Break it down and rebuild ya’ll

Paid some dues, they gave me views

I made some moves and them cheques cleared

Fans missing my transmissions I transition to the next gear

Killing the mic I’m gripping it right inside of my hand when I be on I’m

flipping it tight like nobody can

Giving 'em raps for spirit of mind so give me the prize

?, I’m looking to shine

Setting my aim, ready to bang shit

Off of the head of the brain, off of the top

Stay ahead of the game

They better remain out of the way, um

How do I say I’m better than y’all

Keeping it real, you’re trash

I’m ready to bash your head on the wall

Switch up the flow

My secret weapon like nuclear missile that’s locked in my armoury

Although it’s popular, I am not popping

Narcotics is copped in our pharmacy

Pop it, regardless you pop that shit probably

Honor me, I am a prophet, a shaman

A god of these raw righteous lyrics

Non-believers better fear it

I’m gone