Have you ever seen an Asian kid
make a hit and do it quite like this
you ever seen an Asian cat
say a rap and spit it quite like that?
have you ever seen an Asian kid
make a hit and do it quite like this
yellow skinned rap reverends. veterans
spit eloquent take two steps back
its that laundry mat, liquor store
rice rockets, pigeon hole
we pushed in kicked in, pitiful
what don't kill you, it's pivotal
that elephant in that awkward house
they reticent to talk about
these slanted eys, those random lies
media's feeding us and walking out
he said i rap dope
but look like William Hung
that made me laugh you what a joke
really was a silly one
but will he hung i mean hang
without a username
or talking to the hand of a million fans
in the middle of a pavilion
an Asia man with a mic in hand
this time not math subtracting
accent having, fashion lacking
forget computer hacking
my future passion is lasting
rappin, make music classic
captain i'm packing these beats
best believe i'm going out blasting
Before i got sick on the mic i remember
I used to get picked on like a damn fender
a skinny asian boy has many names usually
chink, fob, gook and of course bruce lee
but on a looseleaf i could unlearn all of that
so i wrote profusely and it turned into rap
started burning on tracks and i caught flames
now Epik High is the shit
when you drop names
like an unsigned hero making his way
I punched and kicked all labels away
here to stay, hot like illegal
cross a dating game and bungee
i drop hot singles
it's the year of the tiger, hands up!
for the one who paved the way, brother JK
yeah we're all Drunken'
only bangers are bumping
from far east to the world
keep their fists pumping
this is the new new school
we are the next shit
resurrection of Bruce you fools are excess
Asiatic, ill-matic, with no static
my voice is clear it grips your ears
just like it's magic
and I thought that we over came
some still silly really talk this way
do i really have to double up and
pull out the tricks of yesterday
just to display?
that it's not a game we play
to prove that true is how we rap
I make this music
cause i'm fucking good at that
it was the year 2000
no asian kids around
none of em' ripping microphones
just timid sittin' down
along came a hero, his name was DFD
at the age of 14 he was killing the LA scene
he hit the road doing shows
and met cats around the globe
kere in the bay
Blo and MYK at Map the soul
he later found that there were more of em
brothers of same origin
they saw his face on youtube
and emails started pouring in
they exist, asian kids
shredding rappers into bacon bits
another chapter in the history books
but he knows that the next page is his
the pages turn, he waits his turn
just as he hought there he is
chapter 2 now let's begin
the new face of Asian-Amerians
Chinese, Korean kids put your hands up
if you're feeling this
Chinks, gooks, nips, put your fists up
if you're tired of it!
Japanese, Asian kids put your hands up
if you're feeling this
Chinks, gooks, nips, put your fists up
if you're tired of it!
Black, Caucasian kids
throw your hands up if you're feeling this
Chinks, gooks, nips, put your fists up
if you're tired of it!
latino, Filipino kids, put your hands up
if you're feeling this
Chinks, gooks, nips, put your fists up
if you're tired of it!
