Yo, yo, yo
The baddest Asian alive, a mastermind with the rhymes
Designs like I'm possessed by divine beings
DMT-ing with my third eye open like all seeing
Obscene, yeah, I'm filthy way I treat my beats
Above me? Only GOD
Apart from me nobody else that can do it, uh, quite like me
One of a kind, so unique they want to cop my steez
Knock my hustle, think it's easy to be me?
Bitch, please
I got more grit than they'll ever have
Have yet to dance with the devil but I don't need a deal to establish the facts
I'm simply better
Level: Professor
Paint vivid pictures with my letters
You cats Sylvesters, you puddy cats
Tripping balls like tripping tabs of acid
Can't see the truth like they lost their glasses
Media hunt the youth like they tracking them
Average African American still have a higher chance than like Eminem
So what about a yellow like me, uh?
Swear I wasn't going to talk about race on live TV
Well I'll be damned, I'm on TV, Mama
Now they want to be like me, and breathe like me
And bleed like me, and be like beast, Mama
Finally I feel like me, I feel like free
I feel like everything all G
Dear Mama
Promise that I'm coming home soon
But don't you wait for me, uh, I got something to do
Stuck in the booth, yeah, my life in the stu
If my pen don't run out of ink, then forgot about eating too
Man, it's always too late for me, if I hesitate they seize my position
Life changing split decisions, opportunities gone in a second
They beckon me to slow down, but I reckon I shouldn't
Had to cut off some ties, 'cause I ain't the type to bullshit
I ain't the type to go
"Oh shit, this shit is tight like a virgin"
When really more like your girlfriend's
Who knows how many dicks have been in it
I'm sick of all of you
Even your W two L's
Bars fly over their heads like machine gun shells
I'm ions ahead like I came from beyond the realm
But they beyond help, I'm just here to put them out their misery
Believe me, I've tried being patient with them
I've been steady racing at their pace when any second I could overtake them
They say fake it till you make it, how can I stop being Asian?
I guess that's just what its like to be a yellow like me, uh
Swear I wasn't going to talk about race on live TV
Well I'll be damned, I'm on TV, Mama
Now they want to be like me, and breathe like me
And bleed like me, and be like beast, Mama
Finally I feel like me, I feel like free
I feel like everything all G
Dear Mama
Promise that I'm coming home soon
But don't you wait for me, uh, I got something to do
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Yo, yo, yo
The baddest Asian alive, a mastermind with the rhymes
Designs like I'm possessed by divine beings
DMT-ing with my third eye open like all seeing
Obscene, yeah, I'm filthy way I treat my beats
Above me? Only GOD
Apart from me nobody else that can do it, uh, quite like me
One of a kind, so unique they want to cop my steez
Knock my hustle, think it's easy to be me?
Bitch, please
I got more grit than they'll ever have
Have yet to dance with the devil but I don't need a deal to establish the facts
I'm simply better
Level: Professor
Paint vivid pictures with my letters
You cats Sylvesters, you puddy cats
Tripping balls like tripping tabs of acid
Can't see the truth like they lost their glasses
Media hunt the youth like they tracking them
Average African American still have a higher chance than like Eminem
So what about a yellow like me, uh?
Swear I wasn't going to talk about race on live TV
Well I'll be damned, I'm on TV, Mama
Now they want to be like me, and breathe like me
And bleed like me, and be like beast, Mama
Finally I feel like me, I feel like free
I feel like everything all G
Dear Mama
Promise that I'm coming home soon
But don't you wait for me, uh, I got something to do
Stuck in the booth, yeah, my life in the stu
If my pen don't run out of ink, then forgot about eating too
Man, it's always too late for me, if I hesitate they seize my position
Life changing split decisions, opportunities gone in a second
They beckon me to slow down, but I reckon I shouldn't
Had to cut off some ties, 'cause I ain't the type to bullshit
I ain't the type to go
"Oh shit, this shit is tight like a virgin"
When really more like your girlfriend's
Who knows how many dicks have been in it
I'm sick of all of you
Even your W two L's
Bars fly over their heads like machine gun shells
I'm ions ahead like I came from beyond the realm
But they beyond help, I'm just here to put them out their misery
Believe me, I've tried being patient with them
I've been steady racing at their pace when any second I could overtake them
They say fake it till you make it, how can I stop being Asian?
I guess that's just what its like to be a yellow like me, uh
Swear I wasn't going to talk about race on live TV
Well I'll be damned, I'm on TV, Mama
Now they want to be like me, and breathe like me
And bleed like me, and be like beast, Mama
Finally I feel like me, I feel like free
I feel like everything all G
Dear Mama
Promise that I'm coming home soon
But don't you wait for me, uh, I got something to do
The baddest Asian alive, a mastermind with the rhymes
Designs like I'm possessed by divine beings
DMT-ing with my third eye open like all seeing
Obscene, yeah, I'm filthy way I treat my beats
Above me? Only GOD
Apart from me nobody else that can do it, uh, quite like me
One of a kind, so unique they want to cop my steez
Knock my hustle, think it's easy to be me?
Bitch, please
I got more grit than they'll ever have
Have yet to dance with the devil but I don't need a deal to establish the facts
I'm simply better
Level: Professor
Paint vivid pictures with my letters
You cats Sylvesters, you puddy cats
Tripping balls like tripping tabs of acid
Can't see the truth like they lost their glasses
Media hunt the youth like they tracking them
Average African American still have a higher chance than like Eminem
So what about a yellow like me, uh?
Swear I wasn't going to talk about race on live TV
Well I'll be damned, I'm on TV, Mama
Now they want to be like me, and breathe like me
And bleed like me, and be like beast, Mama
Finally I feel like me, I feel like free
I feel like everything all G
Dear Mama
Promise that I'm coming home soon
But don't you wait for me, uh, I got something to do
Stuck in the booth, yeah, my life in the stu
If my pen don't run out of ink, then forgot about eating too
Man, it's always too late for me, if I hesitate they seize my position
Life changing split decisions, opportunities gone in a second
They beckon me to slow down, but I reckon I shouldn't
Had to cut off some ties, 'cause I ain't the type to bullshit
I ain't the type to go
"Oh shit, this shit is tight like a virgin"
When really more like your girlfriend's
Who knows how many dicks have been in it
I'm sick of all of you
Even your W two L's
Bars fly over their heads like machine gun shells
I'm ions ahead like I came from beyond the realm
But they beyond help, I'm just here to put them out their misery
Believe me, I've tried being patient with them
I've been steady racing at their pace when any second I could overtake them
They say fake it till you make it, how can I stop being Asian?
I guess that's just what its like to be a yellow like me, uh
Swear I wasn't going to talk about race on live TV
Well I'll be damned, I'm on TV, Mama
Now they want to be like me, and breathe like me
And bleed like me, and be like beast, Mama
Finally I feel like me, I feel like free
I feel like everything all G
Dear Mama
Promise that I'm coming home soon
But don't you wait for me, uh, I got something to do
Writer: Seung Rae Kim
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid