Jay Electronica - Asian Girls, Who Look Like Asian Girls lyrics

[Intro: Charlie Chaplin, from The Great Dictator] "I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an emperor, that's not my business I don't want to rule or conquer anyone. I shall like the help everyone if possible The way of life could be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way." [Verse 1: itsthechef] I see them Asian girls, who look like Asian girls Asian guys who think about em, doing hammer curls Entitlement is everything, trying to run the world I am right, you are wrong, I am right, you are wrong What is culture anyway Take collective welfare, apply it to fashion, back straight Whenever faced with thoughts that don't exist, masochist Mentally, breaking down your self esteem And your wrists sport some cheap bangles, fake blonde hair tangled Brown Jesus sandals you first saw on f**ing Lookbook You've never felt the f**ing Earth shook Never thought of waves pummeling your people's nooks No names, ever took to heart You're so very wrong I know better from experience, all my sources credible People tell me who I am, Parents tell me who I am Trying to tell you who you are without your f**ing permission I'm an a**hole A f**ing Asian a**hole "Don't give yourself to brutes! Tell you what to do, what to think, and what to feel! Machine men! With machine minds, and machine hearts!" [Verse 2] “Stop f**in' jaywalking, yelling in my ear, sh**” None of your stories matter, you don't know bout f**ing hardship My church of God is not synonymous with yours, I'm f**ing spiteful Ideas that I'm helplessly branded with, that's not me, I swear that's not me Don't a**ociate my love for palm trees, with a, thirst to be in Cali Or my f**ing taste in music with my background, irrelevant preference I'm always straight forward man, the lines hold the message Don't read between them I'm going to write till I'm dead, no matter who's reading I swear, swear I don't give a f** who's reading "Greed has poisoned mens souls Barricaded the world with hatred." If everyone is watchin', If everyone is talkin' I f**ing know that everybody gossips And I'll gladly hold the mic for c*nts whispering bullsh** softly I f**ing hate the bickering Slates been licken clean of history And this isn't the best start, I swear Swear there's a better way [Verse 3] I know better from experience, all my sources credible My brains got f**ing tentacles, I'm stuck to what they all like k** mother Klondike, if God wanted a Klondike Shoot my family on sight, if I could have just one bite of Superiority, undisputed champ Break the walls down, get my gold crown, miners need a lamp And starving need nutrition and, rice needs farmers pickin' em And rights to liberty do not mean sh** if no one's listening And what's your face got to do with it, plenty, every toddler's doodle Shows us any single man who is nothing new to us He's got, two arms and legs, scared of sharing space with The person to his left, a hypocrite, Mister Stiff is Loose when it comes to his own kind, that close-knit Mind-sets, f**ing with his chance to find a good fit Inside a life he's bound to fall in line with, but now he Falls behind the pack with nothing to resemble legacy Taunts towards his enemies, who don't reciprocate the jealousy Or hatred, he invented more anxiety than the devil did on day one Every day is day one, till you, drop your guns down and See your neighbor as a different product of the same creation (I am right, you are wrong) I can yap my bullsh**, with an outlet and a microphone (I am right, you are wrong) Who gives a f**, live your life Take some time exhaling truth from your lungs Use those ears with your tongue, son [Chris Webber, from Open Court Season 2, Episode 6] When I met Chuck, I knew I could make it into the league I didn't play against him, I didn't do nothing, it was just the fact like, "Okay, this is what you look like?" I take a doctor into a school and they meet a doctor and they say "Wow, what type of music do you listen to?" And the doctor says, "Lil' Wayne." And we're like, "You listen to... Like, I can be you?" Or you tell a little kid "What do you want to be when you grow up? How many of you never want to wear a suit to work everyday? Well hey, here's Construction. Here's this, here's that. Here's Trade Schools" We always put this big picture, "Hey, you could be," Naw! How 'bout you can be a great man, love god, take care of your family, and be honorable in society, and this is how you do it. All of us got here through hard work, and I think that needs to be the story we tell these kids, because right now, microwave, immediate gratification "I can get it tomorrow, I can just do this" And the stories that you guys have that inspire me, you (points to Reggie Miller) accepted a Hall of Fame trophy and said "My sister, if it wasn't for you..." We gotta start with that! Can you actually say thank you to someone. Can you actually include who's been on your team And those are the lessons along with everything else that you're saying, I agree, we need to let them know, cause they only see us high-fiving, they don't see Reggie, you know, Reggie saying if it weren't for you my sister I wouldn't have made it [From the broadcast of the 1993 NCAA Championship Game] He calls the timeout, he doesn't realize that Michigan's too many, so it will be a technical foul North Carolina shooting and the ball! A huge mental mistake!