[Verse 1: Decipher]
I was given a gift
Could picture the pain of my people, paint it perfect, depict it as if
It was me trying to get at a citizenship, some wouldn't get on the ship
But I understand them, call you chink, can't understand it
But you recognize hate in their eyes, but they can't see yours, your eyes are slanted
Our parents were fiending for their share of the green
Was it arrogant greed, the American dream, or the care to succeed as America's cleaners
Apparently we the slaves now, picking their cotton and pressing it flat
Pick it up promptly, ready in half an hour to an hour, now the question is asked
Credit or cash? We probably better at math or so I've been told
Tried to divide our division in half, in addition to that, they know we got soul
Low and behold, we folding their clothes. Language barriers bury us
We drive terribly, curious how we got cast in Fast and the Furious
The problem being Bobby Lee is proudly being an Uncle Tomagatchi
Hollywood got him good, wouldn't watch me serving hot tea, work a wok, he the perfect Chinese
Role model, eyegla**es made out of Coke bottles
Tae Kwan Do spokes model, sister's an import model
I am not gonna follow
[Verse 2: Manifest]
What's wrong with an Asian rapping? Everything
People rather see me study medicine
‘Stead of picking up a mic, spitting in the booth
Try to pick a fight cause you looking similar to Bruce
But I had soul as a la**o, through the backdoor
Had to blast off from the plateau
Went from sitting in the back row to k**ing rap shows
Leaving a**holes baffled, I put us on the map yo
Never mind your remarks, I'mma go hard
Till I'm getting more customers than Walmart
And we're not just doctors, watch us
Rock this mic till Hip-Hop just prospers
Get rid of the middleman now with the internet, better give hundred percent
And credit the veterans never contend with them, listen they telling them “Mani went in”
I'm breaking the trend, maybe I'm born to be different
What an epiphany, gonna make history now
Who the ones that did this to me now, throw a diss get a fist to the mouth I'mma show y'all
Please make no noise, I don't mind if you hate my voice, respect me
And it's not just music, props to the man overseas who made Old Boy
This the new generation of Asians, k**ing all the stereotypes having a hell of a time
Always thought if you living by the rules and you never making moves, then it's better to die
The majority will generalize instead of giving recognition solely cause of the shape of our eyes?
Sweeter than grapes on a vine, all you s**as need to see greatness, put the hate to the side
Let me rise