Macs or MACS may refer to:
Mačva (Serbian Cyrillic: Мачва, pronounced [mâːt͡ʃv̞a]) is a geographical and historical region in Serbia, mostly situated in the northwest of Central Serbia. It is located in a fertile plain between the Sava and Drina rivers. The chief town of this region is Šabac. The modern Mačva District of Serbia is named after the region, although the region of Mačva include only northern part of this district. A small northern part of Mačva region is located in the Autonomous Province of Vojvodina, in the Syrmia District.
The region is named after a town of Mačva, which existed in the Medieval Ages near the river Sava. In the past, the region was also known as Lower Srem, while the neighbouring region on the northern bank of the river Sava (present-day Srem) was known as Upper Srem.
In Serbian Cyrillic, the region is known as Мачва, in Serbian Latin, Bosnian and Croatian as Mačva, in Hungarian as Macsó or Macsóság, in Turkish as Maçva, and in German as Matschva.
macs is a science fiction short story written in 1999 by Terry Bisson.
The story consists entirely of dialogue between several people and an investigator. The people are telling the investigator about clones that were used to satisfy the Victims’ Rights Closure Settlement – wherein people get a clone of the person who was responsible for the death of their loved ones.
macs won the 2000 Locus award and Nebula award for Best Short Story. It was also nominated for the 2000 Hugo award for Best Short Story.
[Intro:]
Who Got Tha Clout?
Don't act surprised cuz it's that bitch from the South.
Pumpin' out the N-O.
You don't want no clout.
Who Got Tha Clout?
Don't act surprised cuz it's that bitch from the South.
[1st Verse: Mia X]
Who's 'bout to come?
Who they cleared the way for?
Who all them niggas respect?
Who got them hoes scared to flex?
Well here's a track that gets wrecked.
Who's got the industry hexed?
Well now, it's mama, full of marijuana.
Headline nigga, whatcha' whatcha' want, huh?
You can see them niggas writin' rhymes,
but don't need none, want some.
Hoes run from these here,
who gon still be the boss bitch next year?
Who ain't gotta brag cuz the realness is there?
Who be havin' muthafuckas bucked everywhere?
When you think the biggest mama,
who be on yo' fuckin' mind?
When you hear 'bout it, 'bout it,
who you waitin' for to rhyme?
Whose time is now?
Who you can't doubt?
Who's got clout?
Say my name loud.
[Bridge One x4: Mia X]
[Records Scratching]
Mia...X... When Mystikal hits the door.
[Verse Two: Mystikal]
You better hold yo' breath,
cuz I'ma leave this bitch SMOKIN', like ganja.
Not only will I run 'ya, BITCH I'LL RUN BEHIND 'YA.
I, stay sharper than yo' barbershop barber,
it's my honor, to rock it wit' the biggest mama.
I ROLLS, like hoes jaws go off from, RAW,
it's me the meat claws off.
Oh, you supposed to be balla?
It take tall props to call shots, that's bigger than bald spots,
y'all workin' off small pox.
You know, like I know, leave yo' fuckin' jaws locked,
stop worryin' 'bout niggas thats out to leave, work what
y'all got.
Believe none of what you hear, and some of what you
saw, Mystikal, Mia X, who the fuck you think it's for?
Look we ain't yo' standard his and hers rap duo,
we cut the fuckin' fool, who try somethin' TRU.
Been bustin' ass since days of old school,
I refuse to leave this bitch without my props and the jewels.
[Bridge Two:]
When Mystikal Hits The Door,
How ya' daughter got popped
[x7]
When Mystikal Hits The Door, When Mystikal Hits The Door
[Verse Three: Both]
[Mia X]
Mama comes through this bitch, like Hurricane
Bessy, messy hoes know, chill wit that ass like
a mill.
[Mystikal] I know they knew this ain't no damn Jack and Jill,
we run this fuckin' hill, got this bitch locked down,
so tight, zipped up, shit sealed!
[Mia] Still, I gotta keep my pocketbook filled...
[Mys] And you WILL, just gotta keep my wallet on til'.
Build our nine together, watch what kinda car we build.
Nigga better find some silence fo' yo'self, stop walkin' on
STEEL.
[Mia] For real, you know we actin' plum donkey, black prince
of the South and mama Mia tag teamin' boku funky...
[Mys] Stankin' like Monkey Shit!
[Mia] On the side of Limberger...
[Mys] On top of fart rocks...
[Mia] Washed down with skunk piss.
[Mys] I don't think they heard us,
stop trippin' cuz you playin' wit' yo'self,
bitch we rappin' for the world, just say that shit to yourself.
[Mia] Intentions of wealth, who you see?
That nigga wit' the braids, and that squeaky voiced bitch,
lyrics hurtin' yo' head for days, nigga. Representin' the
South, fuck all that asshole and nasty, you gonna
gimme my clout.
[Outro:]
I represent...
Who got the clout?...