[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 Tamagotchi
Hollywood got him good, wouldn’t watch me serving hot tea
Work a wok, he the perfect Chinese
Role model, eyeglasses made out of Coke bottles
Tae Kwan Do spokes-model, sister’s an import model
How you not gonna follow, come on
[Interlude: scratches by DJ Zo]
Don't put a big gay spoiler on the rear-end like you see on all the other zipper heads' cars

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Orientals are smart, smart, smart

But seriously, do you eat dogs?

I sure could use a pedicure

I've invited an Asian man!

Be sure it's back by lunch, extra starch

[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 lasso, through the backdoor
Had to blast off from the plateau
Went from sitting in the back row to killing rap shows
Leaving assholes 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 Oldboy
This the new generation of Asians
Killing all the stereotypes, what 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 suckas need to see greatness
Put the hate to the side, let me rise
[Interlude: scratches by DJ Zo]
He knows Karate!

Why don't you shut up?

The Asian man is going to show us some of his ancient combat technique

Would you mind taking apart my computer, fixing it and putting it back together?

Nunchuks and throwing stars! *laughs* Ninja!

So you know, you could imagine in China, it's like, 'Ching-chong, *scratch* ching-chong. Danny DeVito. Ching-chong, ching-chong-chong. Drunk. The View. Ching-chong.' *scratch*

Biatch!