Heres my first spit.... To the beat of Ja's Emerica....

Let me do my thing as i enter the room/
I know you starin at my color gettin ready to boo/
You stereotype, I got all this hype cause im white/
but I can still rock tha mic, my flows tight/
My rhymes be ill, but not as ill as you think/
My vocabs to small/ Im not even allowed ta drink/
But look, Im still a young'n, If i heard a gunshot, i'd probably be runnin/im a puss, and the whole world knows it/ if you tryed to pick some sh!t with me i'd say go blow dick,and run./ Cause ya"ll could kick my ass no lie, if i tryed to fight back i'd get murdered and die./ The names Whytee, Whyteboyz fo'real,i know i aint black and i could get killed. But look, i can do what i want/ so F*ck ya"ll haters if you want me ta drop.

That is a peice of shit if you dont have the beat in your head. But oh well, im a beginner.