I ain't gonna lie, I'm no real gangsta with twenty-two's
But don't push me, end up top story on the sunday news
I just listen to rap like a fuckin white boy could,
They say I try to be ghetto, cuz I grew up in a white boy hood
Truth be told I don't try to be shit, I give ya what I am, I just don't play wit it
I'm just myself, otha than that, you can have your way wit it
What's anything got to do with color anyway, I could spit it any day
At any place, any time, I just don't do it the way that many spray
I come off with my own style, I ain't try to be no one
Pop up in the battles, yawl aint havin no fun
Just remember, as I quote myself from so long ago
Don't fuck wit me, I'll put you out with nowhere to go
With no shoes, no raps, and we know no dough
Your rhymes come out, turn around, and say, 'No, no!'
Mine say fo sho, though, you might do good as a go-go
Ok..so my self-quote was slightly moded..I'm out.
Freestyle - this aint a battle, just spit.. [Archive] - ForumsHQ
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dan withakay
Re: Freestyle - this aint a battle, just spit.. [Archive] - ForumsHQ
its just that i'm nice, so nice, maybe the nicest
i spit once, spit twice, even the thricespit,
vices, got me so freakin needy
so many things i gotta have
not just my wheaties, and my pops
keeps givin me guff,
says my ambition just isnt enough,
and i should probly stop drinkin this stuff,
stop smokin, stop thinkin too much,
stop fuckin this bitch who doesnt need me
stop lettin her tease me,
but its not that easy, when she's wantin to please me,
gotta stop feelin queezy every sunrise,
from drinkin, smokin trees until the sunrise,
try to think about how i seem in my son's eyes,
but i dont have a kid, and i'm not plannin that shit,
but i act as if i did, cuz it gives me perspective,
that i try to absorb and pass on to the next kid,
and now i'm well rested, and there's a certain satisfaction
i guess those are the roots that blossomed my attraction
to this rhyme game, whats my name?
i'm the man who likes to spit and play,
the only man whose fit to say,
the complicated shit i spray
the one who makes u sit and stay,
i guess, just call me dan withakay.
i spit once, spit twice, even the thricespit,
vices, got me so freakin needy
so many things i gotta have
not just my wheaties, and my pops
keeps givin me guff,
says my ambition just isnt enough,
and i should probly stop drinkin this stuff,
stop smokin, stop thinkin too much,
stop fuckin this bitch who doesnt need me
stop lettin her tease me,
but its not that easy, when she's wantin to please me,
gotta stop feelin queezy every sunrise,
from drinkin, smokin trees until the sunrise,
try to think about how i seem in my son's eyes,
but i dont have a kid, and i'm not plannin that shit,
but i act as if i did, cuz it gives me perspective,
that i try to absorb and pass on to the next kid,
and now i'm well rested, and there's a certain satisfaction
i guess those are the roots that blossomed my attraction
to this rhyme game, whats my name?
i'm the man who likes to spit and play,
the only man whose fit to say,
the complicated shit i spray
the one who makes u sit and stay,
i guess, just call me dan withakay.