Sound Off
Sound off
This for all my Asians in the building
Sound off
Ay, I know how they feeling
Yo, sick of always feeling undermined, yeah
They underestimate the mind
One look they judge, yeah, they surmise
I don't got what it takes to survive
In this scene I'm seen as an Asian guy, uh
What did I expect?
I got no major label entertainment company picking me up anytime yet
But still working anyways, uh
Ay, even if hurts
Ay, even if I never were to make it, uh
Still think I'd constantly be doing this till I'm 80
But I doubt I'll hit 80
Cuz at this rate I doubt I'll even hit 30
If cigarettes don't do it, I know I'll kill me
Just being honest with myself
Some say it's too early, but I couldn't care less
Death
I ain't scared of but I am scared of pain
I know it's strange
And I don't expect you to understand
So let's move on like we hopping on a moving train
Proof of my pain
Ay, every track a receipt
Share where my state of mind be
And at the moment I'm probably at my lowest
The floor of the ocean seems cozy to me
But unfortunately don't mean they're better man
Hated but undefeated like Mayweather man
You on TV but never on Letterman
Industry's asking me to be the better man
Like shit, all the time?
Like every time I
Try to elevate the skies
Some high shit starts popping off
And it costs us the progress of Hip Hop
But who gives a fuck about that anyways right?
You ain't cool unless you fake right?
Bust down on my wrist, got to be AP right?
Same kind of lyrics on the same kind of beat right?
Fuck how you feel right?
Dumb it down
I don't fuck around
Now they love it now
Like she want it now
Feel like the only one who's on the higher ground like I'm Obi-Wan
Sound off
This for all my Asians in the building
Sound off
Ay, I know how they feeling
Yo, sick of always feeling undermined, yeah
They underestimate the mind
Assume I'm just an Asian guy with an Asian mind
Well I beg to differ
I guess the closest I can get
Is an American with an Asian fetish
That's racist ain't it?
Shit, I don't give a fuck
That's my First Amendment bitch
Talking about race but it's always in binary
Two-class system supports the economy
A dichotomy
Easier for you to say it's not cuz you're part of it
Ignorance at it's finest
Like they retarded
Just when I finally thought we had got it
Things turned sour
We went backwards
Quality dropped like below standards
And expect me to put respect on a name
Cuz he's definitely international now like overseas
I can see that too but I don't hear it too
Still people flock like sheep to the views to see interviews of you
Don't think you deserve that kind of attention for the music you produce
But who am I?
Who am I to talk?
Six years underground
The underdog
And yet still one
Life don't give out lemons no more
I got to win
For what it's worth, giving it my all
My everything
If this the end, then fuck it man
I got to say
It's fucking disappointing
Ay, this fucking game
You put your faith in it only to be betrayed
Coerced by the ones who make it
And lied to by the greats
This shit is fake, huh
Sound off
This for all my Asians in the building
Sound off
Ay, I know how they feeling
This for all my Asians in the building
Sound off
Ay, I know how they feeling
Yo, sick of always feeling undermined, yeah
They underestimate the mind
One look they judge, yeah, they surmise
I don't got what it takes to survive
In this scene I'm seen as an Asian guy, uh
What did I expect?
I got no major label entertainment company picking me up anytime yet
But still working anyways, uh
Ay, even if hurts
Ay, even if I never were to make it, uh
Still think I'd constantly be doing this till I'm 80
But I doubt I'll hit 80
Cuz at this rate I doubt I'll even hit 30
If cigarettes don't do it, I know I'll kill me
Just being honest with myself
Some say it's too early, but I couldn't care less
Death
I ain't scared of but I am scared of pain
I know it's strange
And I don't expect you to understand
So let's move on like we hopping on a moving train
Proof of my pain
Ay, every track a receipt
Share where my state of mind be
And at the moment I'm probably at my lowest
The floor of the ocean seems cozy to me
But unfortunately don't mean they're better man
Hated but undefeated like Mayweather man
You on TV but never on Letterman
Industry's asking me to be the better man
Like shit, all the time?
Like every time I
Try to elevate the skies
Some high shit starts popping off
And it costs us the progress of Hip Hop
But who gives a fuck about that anyways right?
You ain't cool unless you fake right?
Bust down on my wrist, got to be AP right?
Same kind of lyrics on the same kind of beat right?
Fuck how you feel right?
Dumb it down
I don't fuck around
Now they love it now
Like she want it now
Feel like the only one who's on the higher ground like I'm Obi-Wan
Sound off
This for all my Asians in the building
Sound off
Ay, I know how they feeling
Yo, sick of always feeling undermined, yeah
They underestimate the mind
Assume I'm just an Asian guy with an Asian mind
Well I beg to differ
I guess the closest I can get
Is an American with an Asian fetish
That's racist ain't it?
Shit, I don't give a fuck
That's my First Amendment bitch
Talking about race but it's always in binary
Two-class system supports the economy
A dichotomy
Easier for you to say it's not cuz you're part of it
Ignorance at it's finest
Like they retarded
Just when I finally thought we had got it
Things turned sour
We went backwards
Quality dropped like below standards
And expect me to put respect on a name
Cuz he's definitely international now like overseas
I can see that too but I don't hear it too
Still people flock like sheep to the views to see interviews of you
Don't think you deserve that kind of attention for the music you produce
But who am I?
Who am I to talk?
Six years underground
The underdog
And yet still one
Life don't give out lemons no more
I got to win
For what it's worth, giving it my all
My everything
If this the end, then fuck it man
I got to say
It's fucking disappointing
Ay, this fucking game
You put your faith in it only to be betrayed
Coerced by the ones who make it
And lied to by the greats
This shit is fake, huh
Sound off
This for all my Asians in the building
Sound off
Ay, I know how they feeling
Credits
Writer(s): Seung Rae Kim
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