Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Asian Dub Foundation
Asian Dub Foundation
Performer
Aniruddha Das
Aniruddha Das
Programming
Deedar Zaman
Deedar Zaman
Performer
Steve ‘Chandrasonic’ Savale
Programming
Sanjay Taylor
Sanjay Taylor
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aniruddha Das
Aniruddha Das
Songwriter
Deeder Zaman
Deeder Zaman
Songwriter
John Ashok Pandit
John Ashok Pandit
Composer
Steven Chandra Savale
Steven Chandra Savale
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Pandit
John Pandit
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I grab the mic To commence with the mic check Supply rhymes, man you've never heard yet You never thought an Asian could do this Well you're wrong Wrong again Hardcore That's what I wanna be All over the white world Yes they'll remember me Don't look at me as an innocent bystander Because I'll scare you after dark Master D Adlib Paki bashing That's what I call fucking racism And you can tell I'm a fucking Paki lover Day to day Night to night Persecution with a capital P Racism with a capital R Man I've seen your scar I've seen your scar You expect me to sympathise The hell no! You don't know the price that we're paying Master D Adlib What you see is no mirage Asian guys and girls comin large Straight from the East Tough! And coming like a beast Guys who are very keen and showing ability Tranquility, we have the audacity Speaking out 'Cos there's no doubt about that Another critical rhyne Make you wanna look Observe it It's like a comic book Coming from the place With the capital B I'll let you guess- No let me tell you: The B and the A and the N and the G and the L and the A With a word called Desh Sums up the country The word and the place called Bangladesh So you never contest Yes you thought I couldn't do it I'm not a Black man This time it's an Asian Some fear the white man Some fear the Ku Klux Klan But they ain't up to no good Brother brother, sister sister Yes if your miss or if your mister Listen to this rap It's Asian guys coming correct Way back in the sixties Our fathers, our mothers They suffered a lot for us They couldn't say much They couldn't do much 'Cos of the fear of getting beat up But now it's the nineties We're not babies no more You know the score that we live for Our fathers, our mothers They brought us up to be tough We don't stand for any bullshit We don't give a damn Even if you're superman Strong culture is what you see in our eyes Not just tough guys. Master D Adlib
Writer(s): Aniruddha Das, Steve Chandra Savale, Saidullah Zaman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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