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lirik lagu nak - white rice

hip~hop is “my house”
(i’m) closing on the escrow
i’m “burning” up the “phonics” like i’m bombing on the metro
no need for bread i be getting fed when i don the headphones
so etch a biggie quote on my headstone
(here lies:) “sicker than ya average”
cause “a” (of) death: being fresh, pall bearers do a two step
my procession be kicking like liu kang
hands in the air: be a doing a “wu~tang”
‘cause i’m misunderstood
a filipino bred in a mostly white hood
a “filipino bread?” that’s “pan de sal”
let it “sink” in for a second: let the pun dissolve
now let the “pun sit.”
i’m cooking up ya “noodle”
pituitary, medulla, i want the kit caboodle
my brain assimilating. i try to entertain em
i didn’t want to be different, i tried to imitate em
now i just ignore them
nike and jordan: i can’t afford them
can’t quite “connect” no net.work detected
wi~fi protected: password rejected
suburbian kid in the west end
all alone spreading all the depression he kept in
there’s only one thing he truly connects with:
hip~hop. his very first lover, best friend
white rice is my soul food~ take a deep a breath
if hip~hop’s your o2; word to the beat
before you judge by the cover: learn how to read

i used to rap on a usb headset
used to battle cats during lunch time
i used to breakdance wrecking em in six steps
used to tag, but i only bombed one time
one~two~three, “elementary” to elegant:
chemically perfected in four to nine elements~
then it all developed: passion a full measure
but momma ain’t accepting it: tryna apply pressure like a hemorrhage
and tried to “press” em’ to walk the path of a doctor
make the cash, be a father and let the family prosper
but what the heavenly father started to author
is something i couldn’t possibly “box:” ain’t talking “rocky”
but this art on my “heart is large” (cardiomegaly)
the beat with the rhythm and bars (starting the recipe)
when everyone around might taunt and abandon
hip~hop has always been my constant companion
i would jam with el~p to aesop
canibus, jedi mind tricks, the bass drop
tough or upbeat: big pun to chuck d
slug always taught me “god could love ugly”
wu~tang to co~flow immortal technique
feel like nujabes’ the only one who gets me
c~y~n~e, shing02
take a deep breath if hip~hop’s your o2
yes, yes ya’ll. and it don’t stop
to the sinigang. and it don’t stop
to the diniguan. and it don’t stop
i get my dinner on when i get the flows off
yes, yes ya’ll. and it don’t stop
to the sinigang. and it don’t stop
to the diniguan. and it don’t stop
this is my house homie, take your shoes off
i step up to a mic you look at me like i’m a novelty
like “watch this little asian kid” i hardly let it bother me
i know it could be worse, the situation far from critical
but if i didn’t have a mic, i’d probably be invisible
beyond the individual: our story’s heavy laden
i convey it in the only way i know i can relate with
not a trace of validation~ what’s the use of being famous
if my passion is mistaken for a misappropriation?
that’s white rice

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