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 bitchMy 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 these hip-hop beats

My food strong like my weed, that aroma get you high

Either 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

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

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