Bite Me (The Colour Don't Matter)

DustySkidz

Easy my peoples. I've just written this, just need some feedback.

Fast moving like a cheetah race across savannah,
Got the heart of a lion, rhymes hit harder than a hammer,
Flipping the game, flip this $$$$ like a pancake,
I know about my limits, but how much $$$$ can your man take?
My view on life, is that this glass is half full,
And to be prepared for death, incase I get my last call,
Cos the Lord will take your life when he sees fit,
It's like a heavenly body organising a hit
Try to stir this $$$$ but it always stays lumpy,
There's always two or three that is liable to hump me,
They always try their best, but the ain't got a prayer,
My rhymes you cannot test, If you wanna battle, then I'm there
Fantastically flexing the flow and the feeling,
Doing my dance ,like Lionel on the ceiling,
But I ain't Richie, matter of fact I'm dirt poor,
My rhymes don't pay bills or keep the wolves from the door
Hoping that Hip-Hop will harmonise for a honkey,
Just cos my eyes blue, it don't mean you can't want me,
Only time in my life that I face racism,
So what if I'm white? It don't mean you can't listen

(Hook)
Realising the realism of rhymes as my route,
The path that I choose is steeper than it looks,
Could you imagine a white boy counting this loot?
Or should I go back to writing poetry books?

(Chorus)
I'm facing 'nuff struggles as I try to make it,
If I get my chance, damn sure I'm gone take it,
I know that I'm white, but it don't mean you can't like me,
The colour don't matter,So $$$$ you fool,
Bite me

I ain't Vanilla Ice, I'm Dusty Skidz,
Don't ever call me Slim Shady, Or I'll flip my lid,
Whenever I tell anybody that I rhyme,
They assume that I wanna be like them every time
What, is you crazy? I ain't got no love for pop $$$$,
I don't manipulate rhymes just to get a hit,
Just cos I'm white doesn't mean that I'm pop,
And I don't need kiddies money to get me to the top
One example of the $$$$ that's been said to me,
'You can't do this, you should be a garage MC,
Look at you, tryin' to be like Eminem,'
Well, I would like to beg to differ my friend
You should never judge a book by it's cover,
Just because I'm white, I ain't an Eminem lover,
I'll listen to you, cos it's your opinion,
But if you were Asian, I wouldn't call you Apache Indian
If you were Chinese, I wouldn't call you Jin,
So quit calling me Shady, man, you do my head in,
So get if off my back man, you're worse than a cracker,
The rhymes' all that counts, and the colour don't matter

(Hook)
Realising the realism of rhymes as my route,
The path that I choose is steeper than it looks,
Could you imagine a white boy counting this loot?
Or should I go back to writing poetry books?

(Chorus)
I'm facing 'nuff struggles as I try to make it,
If I get my chance, damn sure I'm gone take it,
I know that I'm white, but it don't mean you can't like me,
The colour don't matter,So $$$$ you fool,
Bite me

I roll like a Sumo Wrestler falling down on a hill,
My style needs a doctor 'cos my lyrics is ill,
I feel like a blind lover 'cos I do what I feel,
This $$$$ is non-fiction 'cos I'm keeping it real
This Caucasian is flowing like the River Thames,
In France, all I get is 'C'est Beau' from la Femmes,
La Femmes, meaning girls, in German it's Madchen,
This $$$$ carries on, but you won't hear me say 'Ooh, Matron'
Ten bars to this verse, but much more in a cell,
So does that mean if I spit loadsa bars, I'll be locked up as well?
9 ounces to a bar, 35 to a ki,
I've been shifting mad weight, but it's all come from me
The stress of doing all these shows for free,
And writing mad rhymes, seems to affect me,
But although I'm shrinking, my mind just get bigger,
And If I weren't white, would you call me 'My Ni99a'?
Haters get in my face and they hope that I'll stop
They try to stop my flow just like a blood-clot
Don't stand in my way and don't try to fight me,
Cos if you don't like my $$$$,
$$$$ you then, bite me

(Hook)
Realising the realism of rhymes as my route,
The path that I choose is steeper than it looks,
Could you imagine a white boy counting this loot?
Or should I go back to writing poetry books?

(Chorus)
I'm facing 'nuff struggles as I try to make it,
If I get my chance, damn sure I'm gone take it,
I know that I'm white, but it don't mean you can't like me,
The colour don't matter,So $$$$ you fool,
Bite me

Dr_Grimsly

I like this man, isnt me or has your style really changed??? any one agree??

DustySkidz

My style has changed a bit. I'm not sure how though, I think it's just through writing loads of rhymes and just basically elevating. I'm also trying to be more intelectual with my rhymes too. Like in the last verse, I was using wordplay. My favorite lines were:

“	I roll like a Sumo Wrestler falling down on a hill, My style needs a doctor 'cos my lyrics is ill, I feel like a blind lover 'cos I do what I feel, This $$ is non-fiction 'cos I'm keeping it real	”

and

“	Ten bars to this verse, but much more in a cell, So does that mean if I spit loadsa bars, I'll be locked up as well? 9 ounces to a bar, 35 to a ki, I've been shifting mad weight, but it's all come from me	”

Just trying to a bit cleverer, you know what I mean?

Dr_Grimsly

foreal man your elevating loads n your structer's changed!
wooooooooo!! lol do more!