White Rapper
Rittz Lyrics


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White boy

Nine deuce was the year my ears got introduced to rap
Stealing instrumentals off singles, I'd use the tracks
MC Creu, Mellow Man, and Jeru the Damaja
"Tears" from the King & I, was the few I had
Practice in my room for hours, improve my craft
On every artist's album that I heard
On the song, breaking dawn, number fourteen
Till death do us part
Wishing that I was from the fifth ward of Houston bad
A white kid from the burbs, bumping Freeport boys
Too much trouble to see that our squad could set
Up in class repping bum stickity bum, giggity gangster
Gangster, 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, took turns spitting
We'd beat the bleacher with our hands, tryna keep the beat
Only white dude that went to my school
That spit, proved I'm sick, and I will eat MCs, I have 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 ain't 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 sucked
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
With no way 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, a pimp gave me a better attempt
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 cruise road, up in eagle point
Cops labeled it a gang house, we was doing music
We dropped out, dreaming of being on it
[?] 31, I would go out and perform at
Open mics, when 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
Performed for 5 people, or 20 at best
Sending demo tapes to labels, a ton of rejects
A ton of fake record companies execs on my talent
They tried their best to convince me they had something 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 tryn'na embarrass us?"
So I told that girl bye and was back on my 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 been through the same struggle as I
A white rapper

Growing up it was tough, my family said that I sucked
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
With no way 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 would have 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 agree 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
And I'm just a white rapper

Growing up it was tough, my family said that I sucked
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
With no way 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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Rittz's song "White Rapper" tell the story of his journey as a white rapper in a genre dominated by Black artists. He starts by mentioning the year he first got into rap music and how he would practice for hours to improve his craft. He mentions the artists that he listened to and how he would get kicked out of class for beatboxing. He also talks about how he would perform in cyphers in the bathroom and inside the gym.


As he got better, Rittz faced criticism from both his family and those in the rap industry. He talks about how his girlfriend and family wanted him to stop rapping and how he almost gave up. However, he persisted and eventually met someone who helped him get his foot in the door. He became more established and eventually his album was sold at Best Buy and he attended the BET Awards.


The song shows the struggles that Rittz faced as a white rapper trying to make a name for himself in a genre that was not his own. He faced criticism and rejection but kept pushing forward, proving that he belonged in the rap world.


Line by Line Meaning

White boy
Acknowledging his race and how it affected his journey in rap.


Nine deuce was the year my ears got introduced to rap
He discovered rap in 1992 and it had a major impact on his life.


Stealing instrumentals off singles, I'd use the tracks
He used to make his own music by sampling other artists without permission.


MC Creu, Mellow Man, and Jeru the Damaja
Artists he listened to when he first discovered rap.


"Tears" from the King & I, was the few I had
One of the few songs he had access to when he was first starting out.


Practice in my room for hours, improve my craft
He dedicated countless hours to perfecting his skills as a rapper.


On every artist's album that I heard
He listened to every album he could get his hands on, eager to learn from other artists.


On the song, breaking dawn, number fourteen Till death do us part
Referencing a song he was particularly inspired by when he was young.


Wishing that I was from the fifth ward of Houston bad
He idolized rappers from tougher neighborhoods and wished he came from a similar background.


A white kid from the burbs, bumping Freeport boys
Despite coming from a more privileged background, he identified with and listened to rappers from less fortunate areas.


Too much trouble to see that our squad could set
He was part of a group of aspiring rappers, but they encountered too much trouble to make it.


Up in class repping bum stickity bum, giggity gangster Gangster
Referencing the style of rap he was drawn to, influenced by artists like Das EFX and Kriss Kross.


Biting Spice 1 and Das EFX Kriss Kross and Method Redman in my headphones
He was heavily influenced by certain artists and borrowed elements from their music in his own work.


Blasting "Time Time 4 Sum Aksion"
Referencing a song by Redman that was particularly inspiring to him.


That's when then the teacher would get mad And she would kick me out the classroom
He would listen to music in class and get in trouble with his teachers as a result.


The bell rang, start a cypher in the bathroom Up inside the gym, took turns spitting
He and his friends would sneak in some rapping during school breaks.


We'd beat the bleacher with our hands, tryna keep the beat
They didn't have any equipment, so they improvised and used the bleachers to create a beat.


Only white dude that went to my school That spit, proved I'm sick, and I will eat MCs, I have room
Being the only white rapper in his school, he felt like he had something to prove and used it as motivation.


To grow, the talent show, I rocked the vest like Treach Miami Hurricane hat while I held the mic
He participated in talent shows and dressed to impress, hoping to get noticed.


Haters talking shit like who, this ain't Vanilla Ice
People doubted him because he was white and assumed he would be like Vanilla Ice, who was considered a novelty act.


And I don't care if he's nice, on my life I don't like no white rappers
He resented being pigeonholed as a white rapper and wanted to be respected as any other rapper would be.


Growing up it was tough, my family said that I sucked They gave up, I was just a white rapper
His family didn't believe in his dreams and this was a major obstacle he had to overcome.


But I created a buzz, cause I bust In the booth, I go nuts, but I'm just a white rapper
Despite the doubters, he worked hard and gained recognition for his talent.


With no way to be dope, and I know that you think I'm a joke Cause I'm just a white rapper
He understands that some people still don't take white rappers seriously and he has to work extra hard to prove himself.


Put my heart on the stage, on the page But at the end of the day, I'm still just a white rapper
He pours his soul into his music, but he can't escape the fact that he's still a white rapper in a genre dominated by black artists.


In ninth grade, a pimp gave me a better attempt I was convinced I'd get a deal My skills improved a hundred percent
He was offered a chance to make it big in the industry and this motivated him to work even harder.


Back then, nobody had studio equipment in their crib I was the only one that did
He invested in his own equipment to help him record and produce his music.


I spent my life in that basement On cruise road, up in eagle point
He worked tirelessly in his basement to hone his craft and make it as a rapper.


Cops labeled it a gang house, we was doing music We dropped out, dreaming of being on it
The authorities wrongly assumed that they were involved in a gang, when in reality they were just dedicated to their music.


[?] 31, I would go out and perform at Open mics, when no one's white No one likes to clap or give you dap
He performed at open mic nights and struggled to get respect from the mostly black audience.


Clubs you be scared to go inside Stood at a spot in the hood, 20 miles from home
He would perform in rough neighborhoods and faced a lot of challenges and insecurity as a result.


Waiting to finally hit the stage and blow their mind Performed for 5 people, or 20 at best
Despite the obstacles, he kept going and hoped to make an impression on even a small audience.


Sending demo tapes to labels, a ton of rejects
He faced a lot of rejection from record labels but didn't give up.


A ton of fake record companies execs on my talent They tried their best to convince me they had something to invest
He was approached by a lot of people who claimed to be able to help him make it, but most of them were scams.


And just wasting my time, phony managers scamming us Girlfriend and family, the verdict unanimous
Even those closest to him didn't believe in his dreams and wanted him to give up.


To "stop rapping you piece of shit, it's not happening Now act white and grow up, are you tryn'na embarrass us?"
His loved ones were unsupportive and urged him to give up on his dreams of being a rapper.


So I told that girl bye and was back on my stride Rhymes kept getting better, my buzz was hard to deny
He didn't let his girlfriend's negativity stop him and continued to improve his skills and gain recognition.


Almost quit and when I did got introduced to the guy That put me on, and he been through the same struggle as I
Just as he was about to give up, he met someone who believed in him and helped him achieve his dreams.


Now the rap game is flooded with rappers From every nationality, a ton of them crackers
There are many white rappers in the industry now, but this wasn't always the case.


The fact that I finally came up is miraculous Twenty years later my name is becoming established
Despite the odds, he made it as a rapper and is now gaining recognition for his work.


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 would have thought
He's achieved a level of success that he never thought would be possible.


I was just at Jim & Nick's, flipping chicken tenders and French fries
He used to work a regular job in the foodservice industry before achieving success as a rapper.


I used to hate when people asked me what I do for a living It feels great to tell em you're a musician
He's proud of the fact that he's a musician now and can confidently answer the question.


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?"
However, he still faces prejudice and skepticism from some people when he tells them he's a rapper.


I be like "Google me bitch," They always compare us white boys to one another Is your music like his?
He's proud of his music and encourages people to look him up and see what he's all about.


You should be rich, freestyle, making stupid requests
Some people assume that because he's a rapper he must be rich or that he can spontaneously freestyle on command.


Before I made it in music I never used to have shit Now I got my own crib, I can afford my car
He's come a long way from his humble beginnings and is now able to live comfortably thanks to his success as a rapper.


Fans say my music helps them when they're going through hard times I speak my mind even when I'm going too far
He's grateful that his music can be a source of comfort and inspiration for his fans and he's not afraid to speak his truth, even if it's controversial.


Even though a part of me agree with Lord Jamar We are guests in hip hop, I'm appreciative
He acknowledges that as a white rapper, he's a guest in the hip hop community and it's important to show respect and humility towards the genre and its history.


That you finally let us in the crib But I busted my ass to get respect for my craft
He's grateful for the opportunities he's been given but he's also worked incredibly hard to earn his spot in the industry.


In interviews they never forget to mention this And I'm just a white rapper
Despite his successes, he still can't escape the fact that he's a white rapper and it continues to be a defining part of his identity.




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Ahmad Abbas

[Verse 1:]
Nine deuce was the year my ears got introduced to rap
Stealing instrumentals off singles, Iā€™d use the tracks
MC Creu, Mellow Man, and Jeru the Damaja
"Tears" from the King & I, was the few I had
Practice in my room for hours, improve my craft
On every artistā€™s album that I heard
On the song, breaking dawn, number fourteen
Till death do us part
Wishing that I was from the fifth ward of Houston bad
A white kid from the burbs, bumping Freeport boys
Too much trouble to see that our squad could set
Up in class repping bum stickity bum, giggity gangster
Gangster, biting Spice 1 and Das EFX
Kriss Kross and Method Redman in my headphones
Blasting "Time Time 4 Sum Aksion"
Thatā€™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, took turns spitting
Weā€™d beat the bleacher with our hands, tryna keep the beat
Only white dude that went to my school
That spit, proved Iā€™m sick, and I will eat MCs, I have 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 ainā€™t Vanilla Ice
And I donā€™t care if heā€™s nice, on my life
I donā€™t like no white rappers
[Hook:]
Growing up it was tough, my family said that I sucked
They gave up, I was just a white rapper
But I created a buzz, cause I bust
In the booth, I go nuts, but Iā€™m just a white rapper
With no way to be dope, and I know that you think Iā€™m a joke
Cause Iā€™m just a white rapper
Put my heart on the stage, on the page
But at the end of the day, Iā€™m still just a white rapper
[Verse 2:]
In ninth grade, a pimp gave me a better attempt
I was convinced Iā€™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 cruise road, up in eagle point
Cops labeled it a gang house, we was doing music
We dropped out, dreaming of being on it
[?] 31, I would go out and perform at
Open mics, when no oneā€™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
Performed for 5 people, or 20 at best
Sending demo tapes to labels, a ton of rejects
A ton of fake record companies execs on my talent
They tried their best to convince me they had something to invest
And just wasting my time, phony managers scamming us
Girlfriend and family, the verdict unanimous
To "stop rapping you piece of shit, itā€™s not happening
Now act white and grow up, are you tryn'na embarrass us?"
So I told that girl bye and was back on my 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 been through the same struggle as I
A white rapper
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
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 would have 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 youā€™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 theyā€™re going through hard times
I speak my mind even when Iā€™m going too far
Even though a part of me agree with Lord Jamar
We are guests in hip hop, Iā€™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
And Iā€™m just a white rapper



pONtosan Az

[Intro]
White boy [x6]

[Verse 1]
Nine deuce was the year my ears got introduced to rap
Stealing instrumentals off singles, Iā€™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"
Thatā€™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 Iā€™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 donā€™t care if heā€™s nice, on my life
I donā€™t like no white rappers

[Hook]
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 Iā€™m just a white rapper
Put in work to be dope, and I know that you think Iā€™m a joke
Cause Iā€™m just a white rapper
Put my heart on the stage, on the page
But at the end of the day, Iā€™m still just a white rapper

[Verse 2]
In ninth grade, I kept getting better, by tenth
I was convinced Iā€™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 oneā€™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, itā€™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

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
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 becomin' established
My album is on the rack at Best Buy
I was at the BET awards, I was sitting right next ta
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 youā€™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 theyā€™re gOiN' through hard times
I speak my mind even when Iā€™m goin' too far
Even though a part of me agrees with Lord Jamar
We are guests in hip hop, Iā€™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 Iā€™m just a white rapper

[Hook]



All comments from YouTube:

Robert Small

I canā€™t imagine what Rittz had to overcome. He brings up examples in this song that really help you visualize. Trying to come up as a white guy at local events where people are too afraid to even like the ā€œwhite guyā€. Glad heā€™s getting some recognition finally. He deserves more.

Joshua MAC

This guy right here is something else. Way under rated. Has to be one of the best rappers Ive heard in my life. šŸ”„šŸ”„šŸ”„

scar head

Rittz is way under rated, he is dope his flow is sick. He can spit on beat. He can rap fast he can do everything . He is better than most rappers.

Screamfreak Magic Revealed!

Everything about this is tight! Do people even say tight anymore? DOPE!

Greg Fasnacht

No need to send me a thankyou card, but hereā€™s another tight, white rapper to bless your hearingbuds, try out ā€œFellyā€ a kid out of CT & He is very different from just about anyone else Iā€™ve heard b4. I have about 100+ of his songs and canā€™t find a single one I donā€™t thoroughly enjoy. He writes & produces his own beats for himself and others, check him out! His yt channel is Felnuts.

Dustin Carpenter

Dope is bad I've done went through three packs of light bulbs cause of it šŸ¤£

Dustin Carpenter

DID SOMEONE SAY TIGHT???!! THATS THE SECRET CODE YOU JUST WON........a taco all you gotta do to redeem is go to taco Bell and buy one and you will get your free taco that you bought

Trish Vickery

Screamfreak Magic Revealed! I still say tight! My kids were so confused lol

Kelly Rican

True

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Kylzone

This guy belongs at the top. Best artist i've heard in sooo long. Been hooked for years.Ā 

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