White Rapper

(앨범: Next To Nothing - 2014)

White boy
White boy
White boy
White boy
White boy
White boy

Nine deuce was the year my ears got introduced to rap
Stealing instrumentals off singles, I'd use the tracks
MC Pooh, Mellow Man, and Jeru the Damaja
"Tears" from the King and I, was the few I had
Practiced in my room for hours, improved my craft
Bought every artist's album that I heard
On the song, "Bring It On", number fourteen
Till death do us part
Wishing that I was from the 5th ward of Houston bad
A white kid from the burbs, bumping 5th Ward boys
Too much trouble and Seag that Odd Squad Cassette
Up in class rapping bum stiggity bum, giggity gangsta gangsta
Biting Spice 1 and Das EFX
Kriss Kross and Method, Redman in my headphones
Blasting "Time Time 4 Sum Aksion"
That's when then the teacher would get mad
And she would kick me out the classroom
The bell rang, start a cypher in the bathroom
Up inside the gym, take turns spitting
And beat the bleachers with our hands, tryin to keep the beat
Only white dude that went to my school that spit
Proved I'm sick, and I will eat MCs
I had room to grow, the talent show, I rocked the vest like Treach
Miami Hurricane hat while I held the mic
Haters talking shit like who, this fake Vanilla Ice
And I don't care if he's nice, on my life
I don't like no white rappers

Growing up it was tough, my family said that I suck
They gave up, I was just a white rapper
But I created a buzz, cause I bust
In the booth, I go nuts, but I'm just a white rapper
Put in work to be dope, and I know that you think I'm a joke
Cause I'm just a white rapper
Put my heart on the stage, on the page
But at the end of the day, I'm still just a white rapper

In ninth grade, I kept getting better, by tenth
I was convinced I'd get a deal
My skills improved a hundred percent
Back then, nobody had studio equipment in their crib
I was the only one that did
I spent my life in that basement
On Cruse Road, up in Eagle Pointe
Cops labeled it a gang house, we was doing music
We dropped out, dreaming of being on
18 and 31, I would go out and perform
Open mics, where no one's white
No one likes to clap or give you dap
Clubs you be scared to go inside
Stood at a spot in the hood, 20 miles from home
Waiting to finally hit the stage and blow their mind
Perform for 5 people, or 20 at best
Sending demo tapes to labels, a ton of rejects
A ton of fake record company execs saw my talent
And tried their best to convince me they had some to invest
And just wasting my time, phony managers scamming us
Girlfriend and family, the verdict unanimous
To "Stop rapping you piece of shit, it's not happening
Now act white and grow up, are you trying to embarrass us?"
So I told that girl bye no one's stoppin stride
Rhymes kept getting better, my buzz was hard to deny
Almost quit and when I did got introduced to the guy
That put me on, and he'd been through the same struggle as I
A white rapper

Growing up it was tough, my family said that I suck
They gave up, I was just a white rapper
But I created a buzz, cause I bust
In the booth, I go nuts, but I'm just a white rapper
Put in work to be dope, and I know that you think I'm a joke
Cause I'm just a white rapper
Put my heart on the stage, on the page
But at the end of the day, I'm still just a white rapper

Now the rap game is flooded with rappers
From every nationality, a ton of them crackers
The fact that I finally came up is miraculous
Twenty years later my name is becoming established
My album is on the rack at Best Buy
I was at the BET awards, I was sitting right next to
Luda and Rick Ross, but who woulda thought
I was just at Jim & Nick's, flipping chicken tenders and French fries
I used to hate when people asked me what I do for a living
It feels great to tell em you're a musician
Until they ask what type of music, I tell 'em I rap
Then they laugh, looking at me, they be like "who are you kidding?"
I be like "Google me bitch,"
They always compare us white boys to one another
"Is your music like his?"
"You should be rich," "Freestyle," making stupid requests
Before I made it in music I never used to have shit
Now I got my own crib, I can afford my car
Fans say my music helps them when they're going through hard times
I speak my mind even when I'm going too far
Even though a part of me agrees with Lord Jamar
We are guests in hip hop, I'm appreciative
That you finally let us in the crib
But I busted my ass to get respect for my craft
In interviews they never forget to mention this
That I'm just a white rapper

Growing up it was tough, my family said that I suck
They gave up, I was just a white rapper
But I created a buzz, cause I bust
In the booth, I go nuts, but I'm just a white rapper
Put in work to be dope, and I know that you think I'm a joke
Cause I'm just a white rapper
Put my heart on the stage, on the page
But at the end of the day, I'm still just a white rapper