The 16 Best Quotables from Mac Miller’s ‘Faces’: Verse Behavior


Ever since 2012’s Mac-A-Delic, Mac Miller has been the most improved hip hop artist out there. His rhymes have went from amateur party rap to a man searching for the meaning of life while progressively getting better at what he does. After dropping Watching Movies With Sound Off, where could he go from there?

Faces is Mac’s latest mixtape. He announced it about two weeks before it’s release, and dropped it on Mother’s Day. I’m sure his mother isn’t going to want to hear this, but we do. Let’s take a look at the best quotables from Mac Miller’s Faces.—Majid Tejan-Jalloh

Inside Outside (Verse 1)

Don’t you ever get it fucked up/ Everybody wanna be God/ Beside God, he wanna be like us

Over the years we’ve watched Mac Miller go from a party-hardy kid to a beacon of abstract wisdom of sorts. He doesn’t waste time furthering that point by spitting bars about his perception of the higher power.

Here We Go (Verse 1)

Internet rappers ain’t shit when no computers work/You spent your whole advance on two chains and a Gucci verse

Slick wordplay here. Mac antagonizes the uprising internet rapper trend whose egos have been boosted by Twitter and such. They got a little change and their big move was getting either two chains or a 2 Chainz-Gucci Mane-esqe feature? Keep it moving

Here We Go (Verse 1 & 2)

I’m still playing it out the same speakers/
I did it all without a Drake feature!

I’m not perfect but they ain’t either/
I did it all without a Jay feature!

This time it’s Mac talking about his features, or lack thereof – at least from mainstream staples. Mac Miller has become one of the most successful rapper in a long time and he’s done it all independently, no backing from a label or verses from the two biggest stars in his line of work.

Friends (Verse 2)

When I was in first grade, I wished to be Puerto Rican/
My mom took me to a barbershop to get some cornrows/
I walked in, ready for them Sprewell braids/
But the lady said my hair was too short though, man/
I always thought my moms was the illest for that shit/
Driving through the hood she did not have a reaction/
With a 6 year old she kept the doors unlocked/
And drove by the 5-0 like fuck those cops

And if you needed an explanation as to why Mac Miller is the man he is today, look no further. Most kids’ mothers would smack them upside the head if they asked for some cornrows. Not mother Miller though. Not only did she support her son’s decision to get braids done, she took him right to the hood to go get it done. Talk about supporting you children.

Malibu (Verse 1)

And Heisman hopefuls all growing up to be cops/
Chasing after gangsters but they never find the G spot

Mac speaks on the aspirers who didn’t exactly amount to what they really wanted to be. Now they’re just haters who are lacking sexual experience. I guess the moral is use your time wisely?

Diablo (Verse 2)

Contemplating suicide like it’s a DVD/
Lost inside my mind it’s a prison homie leave me be

Much of the content on Faces deals with Mac looking within himself and not really liking what he’s seeing. He’s seemed to pick up a coke habit which has supplanted the love he had for weed in the past. I just hope bars like this are just rap though.

Ave Maria (Verse 1)

Preparing for the rapture, closet hillbilly with the spinners on the tractor/I listen to Uncle Kracker/
But, that’s white America for you, we all that matters

A sad, sarcastic truth that even Mac acknowledges. America has a certain ‘set-up’ if you will and if someone is at the top, it’s you know how. Don’t take this line the wrong way.

Ave Maria (Verse 2)

Black beaches with jungle fever I love to be on/
You on the B-Team I fuck with Solange/
All my life they said I doesn’t belong/
So I’m chilling, growing drugs on my lawn

Love the delivery an the message behind this one. Mac’s outcast status and desire to go against authority has worked out pretty damn well for him.

San Francisco (Verse 1)

Rapper terrorist, rarer than good parents is/
Putting hard drugs inside of all your baby carriages/
Arrogance, throwing cherry bombs where the sheriff lives/
Just because that shit’s hilarious/And I inherited it/the thirst for self-destruction and I’m scared of it/
I wanna be buried with a novel and a chariot/
I’m a bigger illusion than good marriages/Or what it means to be American

Another instance of Mac’s new specialty—using nuisance imagery to speak about serious issues. This time he’s telling us about the lack of good parenting, marriages, and values in American society; but to the untrained here he’s rambling about drugs and chariots.

Colors And Shapes (Verse 2)

Cause the ignorant mind is so peaceful I find/
I can’t understand nothing no more

Mac bows out of worrying about the troubles of the world. His mind is now turned off.

Insomniak (Rick Ross) (Verse 3)

Paranoid, I’m walkin”round/
I’m Butt Naked with my chopper, nigga/
I’m Butt Naked with my chopper, nigga

This was so damn refreshing. Rick Ross comes through on the tail end of a Trap Mac track and gives us this emphatic ending. Read up on General Butt Naked here.

Rain (Vince Staples) (Verse 1)

What’s fate when a person don’t deserve what he get?/
Shootin’ reckless at the father almost murdered the kid/
Or is it karma for the shit that both the parents had did?/
Ain’t embarrassed where I’m livin’, we get merit for kills

There’s a certain feeling you get when you listen to Vince Staples. It’s like this sinister, bone-chilling effect that’s created by his painful acceptance of the reality. He questions the actions of those who tote gun, but has to acknowledge that is a way of getting respect where he’s from.

New Faces (Earl Sweatshirt) (Verse 1)

In ’09, we were still on the bus, nigga/
Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn’t have a brush/
When it still wasn’t hoes tryna fuck with me/
Fore I cleaned up a bit like it’s company comin’

Earl Sweatshirt’s verse about Odd Future’s humble beginnings was probably the most aggressive that I’ve ever heard him on a record.

New Faces (Verse 3)

Any time, any place, you could bet I’ma eat/
Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road

Mac has honestly been the most improved rapper over the past 5 years. Who would have ever thought that the Donald Trump kid would get this nice at putting together bars where there’s wordplay with profoundness. Mac twists the play on words to tell us that he’s going to be in control for a long time.

Verdict: Faces shows us that the ever improving Mac Miller isn’t looking to slow down his output one bit. He spends most of the album in a 24-track cocaince, lean, and marijuana induced haze where he questions everything from authority to existence. Through it all he shows flashes of a being a budding problem rap wise that can snap whenever he wants to. He gets personal – personal to the point where you have to be concerned. Never have I heard a rapper speak so freely about hard drug use, and through bars of contemplating suicide and the overall cynical feel you get from someone that has had nothing but success it can scare you. Still it’s worth your time, just sit back and let this one rock.

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