Curry Chicken

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 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