Sit and think about me upbringing
    And tearing it apart is a serious thing
    They say I'm confused
    They say I lost my culture I lost my grassroots
    All that shit I just give it the boot
    Cause I know where lies my truth
    With me coming around the corner with dem boom, boom, boom
    I hit the dance floor so make some room
    I'm the crazy Indian let me scream and shout
    So tell whose selling out
    First generation American
    No one knew where I was coming from
    Fuck the past, what's done is done
    We'll rule the world together…
    Cause I got much Masala, yeah, I got much Masala
    Born and raised in America
    But when I came home it felt like India
    Yes! Three languages I read, write, and speak
    And everybody's saying that my future is bleak
    I dropped my racism, and I donned my blonde streak
    So tell me whose culture is weak