Asian Kids (feat. Tablo (of Epik High), Myk & Dumbfoundead) Lyrics
| Song | Asian Kids (feat. Tablo (of Epik High), Myk & Dumbfoundead) |
| Artist | Kero One |
| Album | Kinetic World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Chorus: | |
| 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 | |
| its 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 | |
| CHORUS | |
| 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 | |
| CHORUS | |
| 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 f***n' 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 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 thought there he is, | |
| chapter 2 now lets 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! |
| Chorus: | |
| 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 | |
| its 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 | |
| CHORUS | |
| 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 | |
| CHORUS | |
| 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, illmatic, 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 f n' 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 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 thought there he is, | |
| chapter 2 now lets begin, the new face of AsianAmericans | |
| 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! |
| Chorus: | |
| 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 | |
| its 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 | |
| CHORUS | |
| 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 | |
| CHORUS | |
| 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, illmatic, 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 f n' 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 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 thought there he is, | |
| chapter 2 now lets begin, the new face of AsianAmericans | |
| 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! |
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