Asian Kids (feat. Tablo Of Epik High, Myk & Dumbfoundead)
[Hook: Kero One] 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
[Verse 1: Kero One] It's that laundry mat, liquor store Rice rockets, pigeon hole We pushed in kicked in, pitiful What don’t kill you, its pivotal That elephant in that awkward house They reticent to talk about These slanted eyes, those random lies Media’s feeding us and walking out He said I rap dope, but look like William Hung That made me laugh yo 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 Asian man with a mic in hand this time not math subtracting Accent having, fashion lacking, forget computer hacking My future passion is lasting, rapping, make music classic Captain I’m packing these beats Best believe I’m going out blasting
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[Verse 2: Tablo of Epik High] 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
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[Verse 3: MYK] 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 bumpin' From far east to the world keep their fists pumpin' 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 funkin' good at that
[Verse 4: Dumbfoundead] 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 killin' the LA scene He hit the road doing shows, and met cats around the globe Kero 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 e-mails 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 thought there he is Chapter 2 now let's begin, the new face of Asian-Americans
[Outro] Chinese, Korean kids put your hands up if your feeling this Chinks, gooks, nips, put your fists up if your tired of it! Black, Caucasian kids, throw your hands up if your feeling this Chinks, gooks, nips, put your fists up if your tired of it! Latino, Filipino kids, put your hands up if your feeling this Chinks, gooks, nips, put your fists up if your tired of it!