[ALI]
Ok I woke up in the morning, gave Mary a kiss
She be my main type of shorty, always letting me hit
I gave my lighter one flick, and now I’m high as a bitch
My mind inside Orion’s belt looking for extra clips
Heard ‘em say ‘Shoot for the stars,’ momma said no, it’s too far
Our people only hopped the pond so we could go get a job
Look at every one of your cousins, oh a ham-de-lala
Surrounded by a bunch of doctors, I look sicker than y’all
So take it as you will please, perceive me as a disease
Or as the greatest South Asian on thesе hip-hop beats
My food strong like my weed, that aroma get you high
Eithеr way we finna eat, I’mma make them touch the sky
Hey
Back when I was younger tried to shake it off
Bout how you finna have no spices when you stir the sauce
In the kitchen with this chicken filling up the pot
This plate of chicken curry make you drop it like its hot
Back when I was younger all they saw was odd
Looking at me like this motherfucker got a bomb
But now I pull up and they say, ‘Ali you is the bomb,’
Cooking in two kitchens makin some chicken and some songs
[VENMC]
Grew up Being the Kid that brought the weird lunch
It’s just some spicy curry chicken, why they fear us?
My shit the bomb, but y’all respond with tear gas
Claim nine-eleven, ain’t no one want to get near us
I’m double brown: Hispanic and Hindu
And these Caucasians can't pick what racism I fit into
Should they get nooses or burn crucifixes, what’s the issue
Could steal your job or be a doctor then cut off your pintu
Shit either way, my gene’s spicy, your girl want a taste
You bout to lack a fuckin job like the curve on her waist
You bout to claim it’s an invasion of your personal space
I’d say you’re learning what I learned while I was learning my place
This is America, fuck
I let them stare when it’s us
‘Cause when this country sacrifices, they don’t care that it’s us
And when I find the constitution, bitch I’m tearing it Up
Guess who repairs it, it’s us
Oh shit your order is up, come get it
[ALI]
Back when I was younger tried to shake it off
Bout how you finna have no spices when you stir the sauce
In this kitchen with the chicken filling up the pot
This plate of chicken curry make you drop it like its hot
Back when I was younger all they saw was odd
Looking at me like this motherfucker got a bomb
But now I pull up and they say, ‘Ali you is the bomb,’
Cooking in two kitchens makin some chicken and some songs
Cooking in two kitchens makin some chicken and some songs
Before I eat, I always take a rip up out the bong
That’s on the beat, and every time we ‘bout to feast
Table got Pakistani women and punjabi MC’s
The blunted second coming with the gorgeous hair
I look like Jesus did before they told us he was fair
I might walk across the water just to take them there
And show them how we was cooked, ain’t no medium rare
Cut the chicken and season it, toss it in the pot
Ginger and garlic and green chilis up on the top
They over cook the chicken then they threw it out to rot
They wasted all the ingredients and left us all to rot
Back when I was younger tried to shake it off
Bout how you finna have no spices when you stir the sauce
In this kitchen with the chicken filling up the pot
This plate of chicken curry make you drop it like its hot
Back when I was younger all they saw was odd
Looking at me like this motherfucker got a bomb
But now I pull up and they say, ‘Ali you is the bomb,’
Cooking in two kitchens makin some chicken and some songs
Ok I woke up in the morning, gave Mary a kiss
She be my main type of shorty, always letting me hit
I gave my lighter one flick, and now I’m high as a bitch
My mind inside Orion’s belt looking for extra clips
Heard ‘em say ‘Shoot for the stars,’ momma said no, it’s too far
Our people only hopped the pond so we could go get a job
Look at every one of your cousins, oh a ham-de-lala
Surrounded by a bunch of doctors, I look sicker than y’all
So take it as you will please, perceive me as a disease
Or as the greatest South Asian on thesе hip-hop beats
My food strong like my weed, that aroma get you high
Eithеr way we finna eat, I’mma make them touch the sky
Hey
Back when I was younger tried to shake it off
Bout how you finna have no spices when you stir the sauce
In the kitchen with this chicken filling up the pot
This plate of chicken curry make you drop it like its hot
Back when I was younger all they saw was odd
Looking at me like this motherfucker got a bomb
But now I pull up and they say, ‘Ali you is the bomb,’
Cooking in two kitchens makin some chicken and some songs
[VENMC]
Grew up Being the Kid that brought the weird lunch
It’s just some spicy curry chicken, why they fear us?
My shit the bomb, but y’all respond with tear gas
Claim nine-eleven, ain’t no one want to get near us
I’m double brown: Hispanic and Hindu
And these Caucasians can't pick what racism I fit into
Should they get nooses or burn crucifixes, what’s the issue
Could steal your job or be a doctor then cut off your pintu
Shit either way, my gene’s spicy, your girl want a taste
You bout to lack a fuckin job like the curve on her waist
You bout to claim it’s an invasion of your personal space
I’d say you’re learning what I learned while I was learning my place
This is America, fuck
I let them stare when it’s us
‘Cause when this country sacrifices, they don’t care that it’s us
And when I find the constitution, bitch I’m tearing it Up
Guess who repairs it, it’s us
Oh shit your order is up, come get it
[ALI]
Back when I was younger tried to shake it off
Bout how you finna have no spices when you stir the sauce
In this kitchen with the chicken filling up the pot
This plate of chicken curry make you drop it like its hot
Back when I was younger all they saw was odd
Looking at me like this motherfucker got a bomb
But now I pull up and they say, ‘Ali you is the bomb,’
Cooking in two kitchens makin some chicken and some songs
Cooking in two kitchens makin some chicken and some songs
Before I eat, I always take a rip up out the bong
That’s on the beat, and every time we ‘bout to feast
Table got Pakistani women and punjabi MC’s
The blunted second coming with the gorgeous hair
I look like Jesus did before they told us he was fair
I might walk across the water just to take them there
And show them how we was cooked, ain’t no medium rare
Cut the chicken and season it, toss it in the pot
Ginger and garlic and green chilis up on the top
They over cook the chicken then they threw it out to rot
They wasted all the ingredients and left us all to rot
Back when I was younger tried to shake it off
Bout how you finna have no spices when you stir the sauce
In this kitchen with the chicken filling up the pot
This plate of chicken curry make you drop it like its hot
Back when I was younger all they saw was odd
Looking at me like this motherfucker got a bomb
But now I pull up and they say, ‘Ali you is the bomb,’
Cooking in two kitchens makin some chicken and some songs
( VENMC and Ali Saeed )
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