Angry Asian Man

[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, eyeglasses 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 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 Old Boy This the new generation of Asians, killing 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 suckas need to see greatness, put the hate to the side Let me rise