I’ve been feelin like an alien like my green card says
Hollywood TV got no one lookin like myself
so don’t trip if you see UFO’s flyin around
that unified Filipino originator sound
we’ve been kept in the boondocks for a minute
forgot about us? I know we’re unexpected
but understand that you fools had it comin
southeast Asian immigrants retaliate gunnin
in all directions with bass guitar percussion speech
forget about the music, I got lessons to teach
think twice before you laugh at immigrants with accents
just cuz you don’t get it we speak more languages
and we’re considerate of your monolingual ass
we speak your tongue in our homes just cuz you’re first class?
why don’t you learn about us for once, we’re more
that the janitors and housekeepers you use us for
I used to have no confidence but now it’s evident
I’m one of the most vocal, my flow is excellent
cuz my people, we’re raised in oppression
that’s why we have to the masters of expression

Hook:
The invasion is sweepin everybody’s block
(the invasion is sweepin everybody’s block)
the tipping point has come spreadin like an epidemic
(the tipping point has come spreadin like an epidemic)
you called us monkeys when you first went to the boondocks
(you called us monkeys when you first went to the boondocks)
well this is what happens when monkeys make music
[4x- this is what happens when monkeys make music
(shake your scalps til there’s no hair left)]

I’m done following your image time to follow mine
embed in your minds the lines of an MC unsigned
the messages to my lyrics already consummating
as you made it to this point listening to what I’m saying
you called me fob when I was fresh off the Boeing plane
called my accent funny but when I speak they know my name
I was a mute observer new to the environment
now I’m the last hope of birth like the Children of Men
I’m hip-hop’s real Ice-T my rhymes are bottomless
my lyrics too much proof for alcoholics anonymous
the proof of illness is here signed sealed approved
my mark on history graffiti to your ear so you
have to embrace it my poems are in the alleys
of your domes can’t erase it in subways of your memories
though sometimes hip-hop’s misunderstood
misinterpretation of hieroglyphics in the hood
instead of being conscious in their lyrics and flow
privileged kids consciously misspell words to sound ghetto
but my people, we die from oppression
that’s why we have to the masters of expression

Hook

I got the soul don’t confuse me with Alicia Keys
but I’m movin the earth with songs in a minority
financially limited but we remain limitless
I’m the dream the reality denied to exist
here I am cutting this belly from its feast
ok you’re a beast but what’s a beast to a wildebeest?
nothing, nothing, you aint scarin nothing
I’m the ultimate beast goin apeshit cuzzin
my rap’s bananas and I’ll make you swallow it
I aim for your heart blast expand like a hollow tip
Aiwana B. Free, they’ve been callin me since slavery
conquering microphones they know not to fuck with me
cuz when I sharpen my art skills haters got no chance
I’m dangerously learning graffiti turntablism and dance
we’ve played in the sidelines felt the need to apologize
for who we are but I do otherwise to exercise
my tongue like a shaolin monk training under the sun
can’t wait for saviors to come we are the prodigal sons
cuz my people we gotta break through oppression
that’s why we have to the masters of expression

Hook

There aint no reason to feel alienated
we are the aliens from the Boondocks
why don’t you come out and play?

Legal or illegal aliens boost the economy
washed white to bend in fields and prepared for sodomy
labeled anti-democratic plunderous leeches
but now it’s our invasion and you’ll be a witness
execute the plan!

You see I’m not anti-democratic
I’m pro-justice
I’m not about plunder
I’m about the truth.