Ivy League Spins Cypher Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Now
I'm excited now, I don't even know what I want you to do
This is ridiculous

[Verse]
f*ck this beat
f*ck a blogger, f*ck a critic, f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these b*tches
f*ck a Fader, f*ck a Pitchfork, play this on your end list
Uh, I ain't waiting up for these crackers
I'm a backpackin' socially conscious n*gga samplin' Michael Jackson
A tad bit of drums to match em, ooh
That real hip hop sh*t, anti go pop sh*t
Metacritic score and your bank account on some twin sh*t
Well, my n*gga, you ain't got much to spend, sh*t, hah
Yeah n*gga, I'm an underground king
All I need is a queen and some cream
And so I figured, if I rhyme like Sid Vicious plays bass
I'll fake my way into this game and stack a little K
Look the part, act the part, dress the part, clean
And milk these f*ckin' crackers for every dollar they seeing
The American dream in this Herman Cain reality
f*ckin' white hoes like an athlete, I'm role playin, b*tch
And I ain't even an actor
Cause everybody's a rapper and everybody's a trapper
Everybody on YouTube be thinking that they a factor
'Til I jump up in this booth and verbally b*tch slap em
With their metaphor this, metaphor that
Metaphor rap is some bullshat, n*gga we don't do that
I don't beat around no bush, I don't trim no hedges
I'm rap's Adam and these snake ass n*ggas think they descended
So f*ck your whole life is my message
Kiss my black ass and tell em Devon sent it, yeah