Macklemore — HOT97 Freestyle

[Verse] I was just a backpack rapper, backpack of Krylon Fat caps, slab of concrete that I would write on Eighth grade when "Triumph" came out, and I'm like, "Hey mom Can I skip school? I can't even wait!" "Nah!" Thirteen years later, praise God I just got DM by Raekwon And he wants me up on the same song And Method Man's pissed off for doing the crowd walk But it wasn't nothing, man, we squashed it, nah I'm from the city Nirvana where that mosh pit started [?] from where Kool Herc started That doesn't mean that I won't kill the beat and be a martyr Aspestos with pencils my pens choke as coffins West Coast, success toast, Seattle down to Compton What does it say about America that I became a millionaire Between kicks and snares and couldn't get in to college Aight, switch topics I don't walk I get piggybacks on Action Bronson Show up at Em's crib with the split of vodka Hit up Mac Miller, relapse and celebrate kwanzaa On behalf of us white rappers I think it's a fact that yes we have appropriated culture It's just race, let's talk not make it awkward I wrote a song about thrift shop's I never thought it would ever get a spin, radio did its thing And all of sudden the song popped up and got popular Would that have happen if I wouldn't be a cracker? Sold 6 millie, does skin tone really matter? We live in America, land of gimmicks and ladders And did I go climb it, bastard, of course race was a factor But bitch I'm a B-boy and I put that beat in the casket Listen to The Heist, man, we almost made a classic You gon' agree, that's vantastic Take away Thrift Shop and can't hold us going platinum 9 times, alright fine But I made it uncool for kids to say "faggot" I got rich and I didn't go buy a mansion Gave away 200K to the homies that didn't have it And when I fall off and the second album flops And turn into Vanilla Ice, wait, that's never gonna happen