Produced by UNIsoundZ PRODUCTIONS. Beat re-arranged by Skeletal.

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The chorus was inspired by The Notorious B.I.G.'s "The next batter, here to shatter / Your bladder, it doesn't matter, skinny or fat, or / White-skinned or black, baby, I drop these / Boricua mommies screamin' 'Aiy papi!'" I just flipped it around a bit to mean I would still rap, no matter what my skin colour or weight is. I wrote my part and thought it would be a good song to do with SauceWata so I asked them to help me out. Prank187's verse was the first one he recorded after the passing of his brother, Kenneth G. Messer. I dedicate this song to him; R.I.P. This is the third single from my upcoming debut album, Initiation (coming June 5th). Released: May 22.

Skinny or fat, white-skinned or black
It doesn’t matter…I would still rap

I’ll never state I’m great, but I’ll make you salivate
Just wanna fascinate with the raps I make, titillate
Captivate those who relate, always elevate
I’ll be hated ‘cause I’m real, not fabricated
Alienated in a home of rockers and racists
I have waited to get revenge with dead faces
Since 13, noises coming from where my waist is
Go against the norm, like I don’t know what my place is
Degrade myself, appetite bigger than my ego
I am SiPo (who?), ask Michal, he knows
I’m not Skeletal, I’m just here to show how he flows
In exchange, got a lop-sided head and crooked nose
Family treatin’ me like I’m an albino
Look at my t-shirt, mom, does it have a rhino?
I know, blah, blah, blah, it’s just “this” and “that”
I’ll spit this Rap ‘til I grow **** that flip and flap

(Prank187)
Chillin’ on the White Rapper Show wit’ MC Search
Skinny, fat, white, black, all these MCs hurt
The best, I’ve know that since my MC birth
Won’t catch me on a track with some empty words
Don’t **** with whack rappers, you are simply nerds
The verse you spit equal the ****, like turds
Go ahead *****, hate about my size and race
And use that to determine if my rhymes are great
In a position where I gotta say that’s kinda fake
When spitting’s based on decisions that my mind will make
The music’s in my blood, I’m on my grind for cake
It’s my time, rip a ticket, get in line, and wait
Race matters in Rap? Yo, don’t make me *****
You like a free payphone, ‘cause you make no cents [sense]
Hip-Hop’s universal, not a white, or a black, thang
Don’t label me, mane, just refer to my rap name

(Thoth)
Like life, it don’t matter if you black or white
Thoth a product of them both and still rappin’ tight
Skinny, insane, or fat and crazy
I’m addicted to this Rap, like Jay-Z
**** haters, I can’t stand them kinda people
If you sick, you the **** if your rhyme is lethal
Fat as Bone Crusher or skinny as Snoop
I’ll still **** witchu, like a **********
(?) an’ I’m in this game
Got flows like water that’s endless, mane
I love Rap, you can ask my seed
I’ll hop on any track, but won’t pass my ****
So, holla at me, you got amazin’ spits
‘Cause if you sick, like I’m sick, ****** say that ****
It don’t matter at all, boss up on the track
An’ keep droppin’ hot raps, whether white or black

Call an ambulance! Pick up the phone and dial
I just ate a plate of bile ‘cause my weight’s vile
You hate my trait style ‘cause I’m crossin’ 8 Mile
While people on my side give me fake smiles
**** it, I’m diving into a bait pile
Wanna taunt me? Line up in a straight file
Berate, while I’ll create guile
This ain’t my hobby, it’s my lifestyle