White Boy In The Rap Game
Unkown Artist

[Intro]
Yeah, it's the white boy with the mic in my hand,
Spitting truth like I’m off that contraband.
In a world so colored, I’m the outlier kid,
Bursting through the barriers, just like I did.

[Verse 1]
White skin, but my rhymes got a black heart,
Spitting fire like a pit, tearing the beat apart.
Call me Eminem, I'm the ghost of the past,
But my grind is steady, and I’m built to last.
Rap game’s a jungle, I’m the lion, I roar,
With bars so hard, they break down the door.

Got my mind on the throne like I'm Kendrick,
But they see my face and treat me as a misfit.
I flip the script, call me Tarantino,
Puns so sharp, they cut deeper than a Dino.

I’m rapping ‘bout privilege, it’s a double-edged sword,
While they throw shade, I’m dodging like a lord.
With a twist on the culture, call me the white knight,
Spitting bars so vivid, I’m a visionary sight.

Bring the pop culture, I’m mixing like a blender,
From the Batcave to the rap game, I’m the M. Night pretender.
Living in a fantasy, that’s how I roll,
Big dreams like I'm Gatsby, yeah, that’s my goal.

[Verse 2]
Call me McLovin’, but I ain’t just a joke,
I’m breaking bad, smoking beats like it’s dope.
Got the verse so sick, it’s contagious in the booth,
Like Spidey webbing up truths, here’s the proof.

I’m the odd one out, but I stand out for sure,
Flip the script like a villain, can’t take it anymore.
Break down the walls, you know I’m a rebel,
Got the power like I’m Dexter with a clever level.

Treasurer of rhymes, I’m stacking my dough,
They can’t see me shining, like I’m hidden in snow.
This game’s a hustle, and I’m stacking my chips,
I’m the white boy spitting heat, living life with no scripts.

So call me the wildcard, I play my own hand,
While they sip on Henny, I’m sipping the bland.
But my taste is refined, I’m a lyrical chef,
Cooking up masterpieces while they’re gasping for breath.

[Verse 3]
Stereotypes choke, but I’m breathing real fire,
Dancing on the edge like I’m a mind on a wire.
Throw me to the wolves but I'll come back with a pack,
This white boy's hungry, and there ain't no lack.

Living proof that the struggle’s real as hell,
While they’re labeling me, I’m busy casting my spell.
With metaphors sharp, like a knife to your pride,
I’m dissecting every rule that you think has to abide.

They’ll see my face and think I’m just a trend,
But I’m breaking boundaries like I’m on the mend.
A lyrical enigma, wrapped in a conundrum,
Spitting straight bars like I’m bred from the slums.

[Verse 4]
So here I stand, mic in hand, spitting raw,
Hip-hop’s an ocean, and I’m ready to raw.
Call me a shark, I’m swimming deep in the flow,
While they ride the waves, I’m the undertow.

I’m a paradox, a puzzle, the lyrical heir,
Verses flying like bullets—call it lyrical warfare.
Like Joker and Batman, I’m playing the game,
With every punchline, I’m igniting the flame.

So watch me rise, while they try to hold me back,
I’m the white boy in rap, painting tracks with my stack.
With a mind full of hustle and a heart full of dreams,
I’m breaking through ceilings, tearing at the seams.

[Outro]
Shout out to the struggle, I’m breaking the mold,
This white boy’s story won’t ever get old.
With bars so hard, I’m a titan in this fight,
Just a white boy in rap, but I’m shining so bright.