Mac Miller FACE THE FACTS remix

Hey, hey, hey (Just a display of rhyme skill, man, that's what it is)
92 'til infinity and beyond and beyond
Aight, look (Muhfucker still rap, biatch)

Hey
When I was fifteen, it was my dream to work with Preem
He believe in what I do, so now he's makin' this beat
And I'm writin' these rhymes, makin' sure that I kill it
Shinin' like I'm acrylic, the government can't conceal it
My style, they try to steal it, 'cause people startin' to feel it
I'm goin' on these adventures, somethin' like on a field trip
And now I'm growin' up, lookin' around this planet
Some shit be goin' on and I just can't understand it
No need to panic, gotta expand this (I, I, I)
A million downloads, I'm takin' over your bandwidth
Moments all candid: Kodak
Reminisce and go back
Life real good, want y'all to know that
Don't have no deal and no half a mill
Just on my Gang Starr shit with some Mass Appeal
Go platinum independently, incredibly dope
Ya need a telescope to come and get at me
The naked eye could never see and label my identity
They see my middle finger, shut the fuck up and let me be
That's how it's always been and how it will be
Filthy ass rhymes, makin' money, but I'm still me
Flippin' the mics, spittin' this nice
Never could get everything that I liked
Now I can cop it no matter the price
Fuck it, forget it, I'm rappin' for life
Can't tell me shit, I got my own mind
Six in the mornin': that's go time

Face the facts, you got to understand, ain't no stoppin' me
Face the facts, but all—all you gotta do is keep it real with a playa
Face the facts, you got to understand, ain't no stoppin' me
You know how the story goes
And—and—and if you do what I do, then go and follow

Hey
Had to take the beat and let it breathe, usin' up the oxygen
The kid, he go and rock and there ain't nobody that stoppin' him
Poppin' up, bars on bars, you see me stockin' up
Workin' every second of the day is still not enough
Not on that cocky stuff, want y'all to acknowledge us
If you don't suck my dick, bitch, esophagus
You probably just go all on the internet
See a conversation, then you feel the need to interject
I ain't finished yet, you don't think this kid a threat?
I'm on a [?], ain't find me supervision yet
You a MP3, I'm still in cassette, vintage yet
Futuristic with some shit that split your deck
My cadence complex, rhyme without a concept
Atomic rhymes, you just a stupid fake bomb threat
Six in the mornin' and I'm writin' these rhymes
Workaholic, so you know that every night is a grind
Face the facts, you got to understand, ain't no stoppin' me
Face the facts, but all—all you gotta do is keep it real with a playa
Face the—the facts, you got to understand, ain't no stoppin' me
You know how the story goes
And if—and if—and if you do what I do, then go and follow