[Intro: Samsa]

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[Verse 1: Samsa]

Raps got gori girls going "Golly gosh"

Desi girls saying "Va alishan kasi baat"

Chali-haat young bengali oligarch

Bollywood polyglot, Khan Kareena’s bodyguard

Sagging skin-- face look like Salvador Dali art

When I was six, mom used to shop at the dollar mart

Namak para, chicken tikka shan in the shopping cart

Then I moved to Main Street, 27 bussed it

Styrofoam biryani while I rode up to the masjid

Give me any font script, I bet I could bust it

Arabic to sanskrit, fajr to al-maghrib

Y’all can call me Zina, cause I’m nothing you should fuck with, baate with the aunties at the Pakistani functions

Chuckle with the uncles over khulfi and jelabi

Allah-bakshe, if you play me, you might maybe catch these hands like Henna Mehndi

Call me akshay, hera pheri, can you blame me, blame me

I bleed brown, y’all can never take that away, no

[Verse 2: Steeziak, Samsa]

Foreigners get the boot like brasilly presidenta

Further from the truth, making mentes in fazendas

Sempre alimenta, chicken nug, monica

Pops quit smoking, now he puffing his harmonica

Never had a turma, ago was the only one

What the fuck is Starbucks, quero cafe da manha

Dalmata, seeing things b&w, musica

Be above, be a beetle, mama had a fusca

Incorrect grammar like mano who done shoot ya

Racionais wu tang 'spiracao, 2pac

If you step inside my casa, best to take ya shoes off

Don't wanna see nothing suja, it's true, my

Parents learnt English speech watching the news

I had cookies, milk dipping, Tigo majin the buu

Rocking the bowlcut, dressing in overalls

Binging with bowls of cocoa puffs since I moved

But, I bleed south, y'all could never take that away no (Ayy)

[Verse 3: Samsa]

Post-election, my white friends tell me to be brave

Dad says I should behave, mom says "Get a clean shave"

Hijabi aunties jilt mantillas like they in a heat wave

Cousin saying this shit’s like what Jim Crowe was to free slaves

Uncle disagree with that analogy that he gave

Says the fact that we don’t feel safe is proof that we just need faith

Cousin zoning out on YouTube watching Louis C.K

Dad starts talking bout Islamic faith, and has a field day

Ammi change the subject by handing out chai and tea cakes

Saying “Pi kay dhekley”, they answer “Bilkull theek hai”

I’m there in the corner playing DK, Kong, Country

Collecting all the red balloons for funsies

Mom is making lassi, mango, asks me if I can go

Pray with all the family while she counting out the tasbih

Fussy, I tell her not to rush me

Like mom, I’m on the mine cart level, and I’m rusty

Trust me, mom pulls out the plug tho'

I can’t really front tho', make my way downstairs and I read as’r with the uncles

Aunties asking me about my love life

Say they a know a girl in Peshawar for me that looks like

A cross between aishwarya and like, the Emma Stone type

Saying I should wife her up on Viber, maybe on Skype

Lately I’ve searching for my dhulan with my phone swipes

Lately I’ve been thinking bout my own tribe, drone strikes

But I bleed brown, y’all can never take that away no