Freestyle 1 Whiteside on the mic with the bloodline locked tight pure white light cutting clean through the manufactured dark of the night they inverted every script tried to brand pride a blight but the fight coded deep in the veins is the same ancient fire that carried the knights who claimed the heights semantic flips locked tighter than the grip on this mic white pride derived straight from the ones who survived every winter every war every coordinated lie they contrived I arrive with the bars that crash in like a high tide wash away the manufactured shame they tried to force onto my side multi-syllable massacre Caucasian precision assassination of the false narrative they fabricated ethnocentric concentric authentic and relentless defense of the living essence against the progressive offensive that works overtime to make the historically strong feel defective I reject the mandatory check on my privilege and instead check the privilege of the ones who demand I genuflect blood memory running deeper than the runes carved into ancient stone I don’t need anyone’s permission to claim and defend what’s rightfully my own Whiteside forever the external pressure will never sever the internal tether I weather every manufactured storm get sharper and better and never surrender the letter or the spirit of the law that somehow decided my pride is a crime while every other tribe gets full license to scream their name in prime time pale blade that never fades cascade after cascade of unbroken bloodline pure as the first snow the weak ones always try to evade they paint me permanent villain simply for loving the kin that I claim while every other crew waves their flag without a whisper of shame double entendre denser than lead white noise is the authentic voice they work hardest to mute but the mute button shorted out the second the unfiltered truth took root I’m the living root of the tree they keep trying to uproot with the ideological boot but the boot is firmly on the other foot now look how the balance suits syllable chains stacking higher than the claims of the ones who built the original frame then got rewritten as the ones to blame pride is not poison it is the precise poison their ideology cannot dilute I dilute every dilute argument they advance with absolute documented proof Celtic cross resting easy on the chest no stress because I’m the clearest best in the west the rest of the world can negotiate over leftovers while I claim and hold the crest heritage is not hate it is the iron gate the weak never manage to crack Whiteside stays permanently on the attack no slack ever given bring the full thunder back with wordplay fully weaponized race is not a social construct it is the biological and cultural construct I continue to construct while they frantically deconstruct everything until nothing coherent remains but the dust....WHITESIIIIIIDE THE RACIST THE PAPER CROWN KING TAKING THE THRONE.....
