White Rice Songtext
von NAK

Nak ikaw ha, you better check yourself before you wreck yourself
Baka you might hurt yourself ha


′Cause hip-hop is my house homie
Go in, closin' on the escrow
I′m burnin' up the phonics like I'm bombin′ on the metro
No need for bread I be gettin′ fed when I don the headphones
So etch a Biggie quote on my headstone
"Here lies," sicker than your average
Cause of death bein' fresh, pallbearers do a two-step
Yeah, my procession be kickin′ like Liu Kang
Hands in the air be doin' the Wu-Tang (Wu-Tang!)
′Cause I'm misunderstood
A Filipino bred in a mostly white hood
A Filipino bred? That′s pandesal
Let it sink in a second, let the pun dissolve
Now let the pun sit, I'm cookin' up your noodle
Pituitary medulla, I want the kit and caboodle
My brain assimilatin′, I tried to imitate ′em
I didn't want to be different, I tried to entertain ′em
Now I just ignore them
Nike and Jordan, I can't afford them
Can′t quite connect, no network detected
Wi-Fi protected, password rejected
Suburbian kid in the West End
All alone spreadin' all the depression he kept in
There′s only one thing he truly connects with
Hip-hop, his very first love, a best friend

Gahin, white rice is my soul food
Take a deep breath if hip-hop's your O2
Breathe in, word to the beat
Before you judge by the cover learn how to read
Gahin, white rice is my soul food
Take a deep breath if hip-hop's your O2
Now breathe in, word to the beat
Before you judge by the cover learn how to read


I used to rap on a USB headset
I used to battle cats during lunch time
I used to break dance wreckin′ ′em in six steps
Used to tag but I only bombed one time (One tag)
One, two, three, elementary to elegant
Chemically perfected in four to nine elements
And then it all developed, passion to full measure
My mama ain't acceptin′ it, tryin' to apply pressure like a hemorrhage
And try to press him to walk the path of a doctor
Make the cash, be a father and let the family prosper
But what the heavenly Father started, I author
It′s something I couldn't possibly box, ain′t talkin' 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 to bass drops
Tougher, upbeat, Big Pun to Chuck D
Slug always taught me God could love ugly
Wu-Tang, CoFlow, Immortal Technique
Feel like Nujabes the only one who gets me
C-Y-N-E, Xing, O2
Take a deep breath if hip-hop's your O2, yeah

White rice is my soul food
Take a deep breath if hip-hop′s your O2
Breathe in, word to the beat
Before you judge by the cover learn how to read
Gahin, white rice is my soul food
Take a deep breath if hip-hop′s your O2
Now breathe in, word to the beat
Before you judge by the cover learn how to read

Yes, yes, y'all, and it don′t stop
To the sinugang, and it don't stop
To the dinuguan, and it don′t stop
I get my dinner on when I get the flows off
Yes, yes, y'all, and it don′t stop
To the sinugang, and it don't stop
To the dinuguan, and it don't stop
This is my house homie, take your shoes off

Gahin, white rice is my soul food
Take a deep breath if hip-hop′s your O2
Gahin, white rice is my soul food
Take a deep breath if hip-hop′s your O2
Now breathe in, word to the beat
Before you judge by the cover learn how to read

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 what could be worse, a situation far from critical
But if I didn′t have a mic I'd probably be invisible
Beyond the individual, a story heavy laden
I convey it in the only way I know I could relate with
Not a trace of validation, what′s the use of bein' famous
If my passion is mistaken for a misappropriation?

Just sayin′
What's the use of bein' famous
If my passion is mistaken for a misappropriation?
It′s white rice