Amsterdam Didn’t Stand A Chance | Harry Mack Freestyle (Guerrilla Bars 29)

He drooooped!!

The Dutch guy with the yankee hat is vibin' :D

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The Greatest.

The Greatest of all Times.

The G.O.A.T.

So the lads smoked weed and talking about getting Girls. Didn't succed and Googles redlight district. Rental car breaks down on the way and they must take a taxi home...OK gottit

Rotterdam next ❤❤❤❤

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dis so sick

nice bin der a lot

I just wish I was there 😅

killin it everywhere !!!!! Please warsaw

He smoked that one! 🔥

This one won that episode.

Harry, you have to start asking for more of a challenge from these people, you're making it look too easy!

They're the worst words I've ever seen anyone give you. Hahaha 'we're the boys, we like weed, girls and cars'.

sick bro

The best ever freestyle rapper 👏👏👏

The G.O.A.T.

Lyrics! Just for fun. 🙃
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[Gumball: “Hunh. It is on fire.”]
Ayo
C'mon, one two
Yeah, c'mon, one two
Yeah, c'mon, one two
Unh, yeah, yeah
Said I rhyme with incredible speed, got exactly what you need
When I spit the fire, I'ma get you higher than weed
H-Mack, man, you know my lyrics stay on point
We in Amsterdam, so we stay rollin' 'em joints
Yeah, these other rappers, they should prob'ly stop
Get you high like you stoppin' at the coffee shop
H-Mack, I'ma break it down in a great way
Automatic AK, mess you up like Space Cake
I'ma take you to a whole nother plane
Every time I kick my lyrics, yo, the flow is insane
Yeah, rappers in the industry, yo, they don't even seem dope
Your green T be matchin' up to his green coat
And every time I rhyme, y'all know I'ma scorch
While we talkin' matchin', all o' y'all in white Air Force
That's three out o' five, I'ma be hella live
Every time Mack starts to emcee, it's a vibe
Why do they try? When I spit, they know I'm fly as fuck!
Treat the beat somethin' like your hoodie, then I tie it up
Yeah, H-Mack, know that he's fly in the spot
Married the game, I was tyin' the knot
Yeah, I be lettin' freestyles pour out my mouth
I'm never strapped–opposite of your pouch
'Cause I don't pull triggers and I don't pack heat
But I spit the heat o' the sun when over these beats
Okay, we movin' on 'cause I'm about to span across the world
First we smokin' weed, then we tryna meet some girls
H-Mack, I break it down, y'all know how I flex
I think these dudes is tryna combine with the opposite sex
I'm up next, y'all know I'm ready when I spit this
And when I rhyme, it's somethin' y'all can witness
I get the digits, I work it out like fitness
I'm underground, somethin' like the red-light district
It's H-Mack, other rappers spit for lots o' loot
They sell they souls for the money, like some prostitutes
But H-Mack, yo, I'm never on that
When I spit my freestyles, I be clever on tracks
I break it down for all my people, I'm on level eleven
And rappers steppin' incorrect, I'm sendin' 'em to heaven
Yeah, I read it off the shirt when I birth the verse
I do my lyrics off top, it's fully unrehearsed
I got bars and I shine like stars, stretch from Earth to Mars
I be stayin' driven like we all in some cars
Yeah, H-Mack, y'all know that they turnin' me loud
I started with these five, we slowly formin' a crowd
I see my people in the back, I rep for the west
Shouts to my homie in the gray sweatsuit with black vest
I'ma call anything I see
So if you gettin' close to me, then you prob'ly enterin' my free
Yeah, up on another plane, dawg, that's where the Mack be
When I rhyme, they throw they hands up, like hailin' a taxi
I drive 'em mad with no pen or pad
They want it bad; I stay driven, somethin' like a cab
And when it be comin' to lyrics right off o' the top, they know that I'm too dope
Shout to my homie who('s) shinin' with the silver chain and that blue coat
I'ma break it down for y'all, they don't stand a slight chance
Damn, plus you matched the sneakers to the white pants
I'm diggin' the fit, I'm spittin' it quick
People gather 'round slowly just to listen to this
Yeah, right up off the top o' the dome, I know they seen me
My homie's reppin' Amsterdam all up on the beanie
Yeah, and all these other rappers, they be posing
When I rhyme, my lines shine just like your nose ring
Yeah, I grab it, y'all know that these rappers a waste
Unh, yo, yourself, you need to brace
I'm givin' y'all a taste; when I'm rhymin', they givin' me more bass
I match to beats like your sweater suit from North Face®
Yeah, H-Mack, I call it out
To change the game eternally, that's what I'm all about
I break it down for y'all when I kick these lyrical reports
We in Amsterdam, but the cap's reppin' for New York
Yeah, H-Mack, man, y'all know that I'm blessed
I'm from the States but not New York 'cause I rep for the west
Yeah, every time that they rhyme, they be some clowns like Ronald
I be sippin' up these beats like that drink from McDonald's®
Unh, you wanna step to me? It can't be done!
He's lampin', son, in the shirt from Champion®
Yeah, when I be rhymin' on tracks, they say Harry Mack's a good rocker
I kick flows like products from Foot Locker®
I break it down for y'all when I'm up in the mix
When it comes to freestyles, man, I'm way too infinite
Right to heaven, I'ma send 'em; these beats, I'ma bend 'em
I'm goin' over heads like the bucket hat that's denim
H-Mack, I'm on it with the flows they enjoy
If y'all rockin' with the lyrics, go on, make some noise
Let's go!

Wow, and the award for the most stupid people Mack has ever performed for goes to... These idiots.

The words are like textbook SoundCloud rap lyrics

Why does this one seem staged the way he approached them. It looked so rehearsed

Fire

Nice to see you enjoying Amsterdam.. chilling in Damn square and ripping mad frees. I have spent an incredible amount of time in that city, and as I sit here at home in Vancouver BC, I am thinking damn kinda wished I was in Amsterdam while Harry was there ;) let me know if you need any links. I am dialled in that city

Amazing as always but what an underwhelming reaction for what it actually was.