not even hawaiian

#Melanin #WarOnMelanin 

The Aeta (Ayta, pronounced eye-tə), or Agta, are an indigenous people who live in scattered, isolated mountainous parts of the island of Luzon, the Philippines.

These peoples are considered to be Negritos, whose skin ranges from dark to very dark brown, and possessing features such as a small stature and frame; hair of a curly to kinky texture and a higher frequency of naturally lighter colour (blondism) relative to the general population; small nose; and dark brown eyes. They are thought to be among the earliest inhabitants of the Philippines, preceding the Austronesian migrations. The earliest inhabitants of the Philippines lived some 40,000 years ago.

The Aeta were included in the group of people termed “Negrito” during Spanish Era. Various Aeta groups in northern Luzon are known as Pugut or Pugot, an Ilocano term that also means “goblin” or “forest spirit”, and is the colloquial term for people with darker complexions. These names are mostly considered inappropriate or derogatory by fellow Negritos of northern Luzon.

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The Aeta are the indigenous people of the Philippines. The pale skin Eurasians you see there today are Mongoloid – not Negrito. The Mongoloids are invaders to the islands. Those they could not kill they have tried to breed out. The Aeta have been dealing with genocide longer than the Australian aborigine, and long before any Europeans set foot on the island. Most people suffer some sort of cognitive dissonance around this issue. It is inconceivable that Asians are killing black people and Asians have been killing black people and stealing their land for ‘thousands’ of years. There is no stigma like that of the European slave trade. The Arabs and the Mongols have essentially gotten away with the mass murder of hundreds of millions of black lives. Most see the people of India as a race and not genocide. To be clear – Indian is a nationality not a race. People are not aware of truly how much suffering black people on this earth have had to endure. 800 years before the transatlantic slave trade there was the Arab slave trade. The Arab slave trade was still going on when the European slave trade began and has never quite ended. It is said that the Arab slave trade was equal to the European slave trade if not worse. Before the Arab slave trade the Mongols killed upwards of 40 million people (some estimates are as high as 80 million). At this early time in human history that is almost half of what would have been the worlds known population. The Mongol Empire eventually stretched from Central Europe to the Sea of Japan. The black people in China and Japan were genocided out of history (some say they still remain in pockets). The black people of Thailand(the Mani), Cambodia (the Khmer) and Vietnam (the Champa) are all still there despite the genocide. In India the black people there have been under attack for 3500 years. Today black people in India are extremely confused about their identity. Most people alive today still dont know how it is that black people came to have straight hair even though the science is there. This may come as a surprise but black people were even the first Hawaiians and Hebrews. Racism did not start in Europe. Racism started in the East and spread towards Europe, which explains why they were the last ones to take part in the enslavement of indigenous black people. What the Mongols couldn’t finish the Arabs took up and what the Arabs couldn’t finish the Europeans took up. WE HAVE HAD NO FRIENDS YET NO RACE COULD HAVE ENDURED WHAT THE BLACK RACE HAS ENDURED AND STILL BE ALIVE TO TELL ABOUT IT. WE ARE THE TRUE INDIGENOUS PEOPLE OF ALL TROPICAL LAND ON THIS EARTH AND WE ARE STILL HERE…

[Message for the racists that commented on this post]

I know exactly what I’m talking about.

#BlackLivesMatter
#StopBlackGenocide  



None of our scholars used the word “colorism” because none of them saw the need to. It has only been popular for a couple years now and already I have seen this word used to cover up anti-black racism a thousand times over. Even when a situation is clearly anti-black racism rearing its ugly head people will say “colorism exists everywhere”… Even when all points are indicating that it’s black genocide and erasure, people are saying “colorism exists everywhere”…
All you hair revolutionaries and social services revolutionaries need to take a seat, and/or read a book.      



“Shadeism” was a popular term long before colorism, and still is. Do your research. Pigmentocracry is also another term you should all get familiar with.
Those terms do not apply to this image, and neither does colorism.



Just in case you missed it: Those terms do not apply to this image, and neither does colorism.    



It’s messed up that only one non-black person accurately saw this image for what it is. She wrote “98% sure that last girl is actually African and her white counterpart is….welll. not filipino”. The way the word colorism is being used is not serving our best interests. It should find its place among ethnic white people – where it belongs.

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Black people fought to no longer be called “coloured”. As soon as we rid ourselves of that term – here comes “colorism”… I found that very coincidental, and suspect.  



The word “colorism” may have some place (most likely among ethnic white groups) but as it stands it only serves to confuse the narrative. How many times did you hear Master Teacher MLK or Malcolm X use the word “colorism”? How many times did Master Teacher Dr. John Henrik Clarke or Dr. Yosef Ben-Jochannan use the word? Were you ever once confused by the words our black scholars used? What about the rest of our African historians? Did they too lack the intelligence? Do you think they lacked the proper vocabulary to express themselves? Could you dare think such a thing?

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The struggle for black people is real. The Black Holocaust is real. Black Genocide is real. Anti-Black Racism is real. Black Erasure is real. Fix your lips and call this what it is. “Colorism” is a nice soft word like “colonialism” that white people use to make themselves feel better about what is happening and what has happened. They are two very watered-down definitions that mask the brutality and continual injustice and unjust circumstance black people are now dealing with.  

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Can white people say STOP BLACK GENOCIDE AND ERASURE?

Can white people say STOP STEALING BLACK PEOPLES RESOURCES AND LANDS?

Can white people say BLACK PEOPLE WORLDWIDE DESERVE REPARATIONS?

Can white people say BLACK LOVE MATTERS?

Can white people say BLACK PEOPLE DESERVE LAND IN AMERICA?

Can white people say BLACK PEOPLE DESERVE SAFE SPACES?

Can white people say WHITE PEOPLE ARE THE REASON HOLLYWOOD
AND BOLLYWOOD IS ANTI-BLACK RACIST?

Can white people say NON-BLACK PEOPLE OF COLOR ALSO PERPETUATE ANTI-BLACK RACISM AND BLACK GENOCIDE?

Can white people say FOR 3000 YEARS BLACK PEOPLE IN INDIA HAVE BEEN ENSLAVED BY ANTI-BLACK RACISM?

Can white people say CLEARLY THERE IS A GENOCIDE TAKING PLACE IN INDIA AND MELANESIA?

Can white people say WHY HAS EVERYONE ELSE GOTTEN REPARATIONS BUT BLACK PEOPLE?

Can white people say BLACK PEOPLE DESERVE BLACK SPACES?

Can white people say BLACK PEOPLE IN AFRICA, THE WEST, INDIA, THAILAND AND MELANESIA HAVE BEEN CUT OFF FROM ONE ANOTHER BY EURASIANS?

Can white people say EVERY TIME THEY TURN ON THE TV THEY SEE THE ANTI-BLACK RACISM TOO?

Can white people say WHITE PEOPLE ARE CAUSING AND HAVE CAUSED BLACK CHILDREN TO SUFFER FROM SELF-HATE? 

I’ve been thinking about the tattoos in ACOTAR. I’m going to try and keep this short so I don’t waste too much time, but they’ve been on my mind lately. They’re described as being in swirling patterns, right? And there’s a common cannon within the fandom that Rhys, and by extension the Illyrians/The Night Court, are Middle Eastern (Arabic, Pakistani, Jordanian, Egyptian etc.). What struck me as odd is how their tattoos are always depicted as the harsh, abrasive lines that (to me at least) are similar to traditional Celtic, Scandinavian, Germanic and even French Polynesian, Hawaiian and Filipino tattoos. (I am aware they aren’t exactly identical, but to me the similarities are there). 

So since these cultures aren’t cannon within the fandom, I was thinking, why hasn’t anyone used Mehndi (or Henna as it’s known in the West) as a reference. I mean look at it. 

The swirling patterns are all represented, and, this may be a personal preference, but the lines aren’t as abrasive as the lines typically used to portray the tattoos. Also, they fit the cannon of the Ilyrian’s/ Rhys much better than the other tattoos I’ve seen. I also did more research on Mehndi, and traditionally it was used to represent the “outer and inner sun” and “awakening the inner light”, which may seem paradoxical to what the Night Court is all about, but I think that’s exactly why they might use it. When Rhys and Feyre where in the infamous Cabin un the mountains, and Feyre started to glow (due to the mating bond and whatever High Lord gave her said power) she and Rhys had officially become one, completing two halves of the same whole, a perfect fit. Velaris is called the city of dreamers, and it only makes sense that in a city of dreamers everyone would hope to find their perfect match, their mate, their missing piece, and I personally think that this falls perfectly in line with the Mehndi. By being in the Night Court, and or Illyrian, you’re surrounded by the idea of night (beautiful as it may be), but night cannot exist without the day, and they would counterbalance this by trying to find their inner light. 

[ a/n: alright, this is my last entry for @klangst-week. thanks everybody for all the likes and reblogs! it keeps me writing, and it’s just nice to see people enjoying what i’m putting out! also, the works everyone’s created have just been amazing, so keep it up, y’all! ]

title: impulse control
words: 3,547
prompt: secrets/betrayal
rating/genre: T for language, modern au, college au, angst & hurt/comfort with a tinge of humor
trigger warning(s): mental illness (implied depression and anxiety), depersonalization, mentions of injury (bruises and blood)

extra notes: keith and shiro are adoptive brothers (it’s mentioned very briefly), klance is established


Yes, he works in the most hipster coffee shop within a twenty mile radius of campus. And yes, he loves it. Sure, The Underground sounds more like a sketchy bar you’d find in an alleyway that may or may not host fight clubs every other night, and yeah, it kinda smells like pencil shavings even after he mops the floors three times at opening, but at least it has character. Most people would roll their eyes at the always pretentious shop-goer in their thrift store clothing and knit hats, but Lance can’t help but find them interesting. Not that it surprises anyone.

Lance became famous around campus after only one year of being a— totally amazing, if he may say so himself— residence hall assistant. Almost anyone who lived in Levine Hall found a friend in Lance McClain. Eager to please and even more eager to befriend, it’s no secret that he falls in love with almost every social interaction he can muster up.

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anonymous asked:

Hello, can you please write headcannons what would Chuya or Dazai wear during hot days?

Of course I can~ Summer is approaching slowly and the hot weather will come upon us.


Osamu Dazai

  • at home, he will most likely walk around NAKED. I think he live alone, so of course nobody could see him like that. And naked is the best solution against hot weather because any form of clothing can be a pain in the ass. Though the police will visit him frequently because he was seen on the balcony waving to strangers - naked
  • on the other hand, when he has work or is around other people, his clothing will show some convienient stuff. He will wear all kinds of t-shirts (maybe even such hawaiian shirts with funny patterns) and shorts. And when I say shorts I mean something like THIS. Just imagine Dazai arriving at the ADA dressed in THAT and Fukuzawa raises an brow. “Dazai.. what is that supposed to mean? Dress properly.” and Dazai is all gonna be like: “My balls melt when I don’t put them there ;-;”
  • Well at beach when he has to wear swim shorts he is a bit more modest and wear a t-shirt that covers parts of his bandaged body. But you don’t see him much around since he always looks for shadows.


Chuuya Nakahara

  • Chuuyas fashion doesn’t allow him to suit hot weather. He doesn’t like those shirts or shorts. So when it’s hotter than usual, he only get rid of his long coat and the black vest, leaving him in his white buttoned shirt. He will not show anymore skin and even if he would die from sweating, that is Chuuyas fashion.
  • he will make an exception at beach of course, getting some black swim shorts and leaving him bare with just his choker (and hat). Though he doesn’t like being like this because all the ladies went crazy.
  • When he is alone and in his freetime, he may forget about his fashion and wear light clothes. an open white shirt and some blue shorts. Though Chuuya handles hot weather with taking cold showers at least 10 times per day. That is his way to fight the weather without looking stupid in light clothes.
Ficlet from The Bridge verse

Siblings are a pain.


Amy doesn’t really see why she has to attend Mal Cobb’s birthday party. The Cobbs are more Eames’ friends than hers. She does like Mal, though (even if she’s undecided about Mal’s awkward husband Dom), and she got an invite, so she goes uptown with Eames to the Cobbs’ apartment, gift in hand.

“Mal must like having you in New York,” she says to her brother in the elevator. She doesn’t kid herself that she’s the only reason Eames chose to flee here from Canada (all things considered, she is probably quite low on the list). Eames shrugs jerkily, staring at the elevator doors.

“Let’s not bring it up.”

“Just trying to help you look on the bright side,” she grumbles, before the elevator stops and the doors open with a ding. Eames sighs and steps past her. Miserable as usual.

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Alright but those matching LADS/GENTS tattoos - they totally got those when there were just six of them, pre-Jeremy. And its not like it’s the crew symbol, some initiation all members go through; It was something of an in-joke, the product of years of camaraderie, of absurd stories and silly team names, of family. Not the kind of thing you just fob off on whatever new guy comes along and joins the crew. So for the longest time Jeremy’s knuckles stay bare.

Even when it becomes clear that he is one of the Lads, accepted into the group, brought along on all extracurricular adventures, the whole nine yards, it doesn’t come up. Time passes, bonding happens, and eventually they can barely remember what is was like before Jeremy was with them; but now that it might be appropriate it seems like kind of a weird thing for them to offer. A strange uncomfortable conversation no one wants to have, so no one does.

And it’s not like it’s something Jeremy is sitting around waiting for, not something he thinks of as a stepping stone he will eventually earn; it’s not exactly something he can just ask about, really, and at the end of the day they’re just tattoos. Its just, its hard not to think about it sometimes. When the other Lad’s knock together matching letters in victorious fist-bumps, or Ryan pointedly drums his fingers when Gavin’s trying to boss him about or some observant asshole flat-out sneers at Jeremy’s bare knuckles. Not important, exactly, but still something. A point of separation he’s totally unbothered by except for the darker moments when he’s not.

So when a particularly nasty job finds Jeremy waking up in Caleb’s make-shift hospital, familiar cotton-brained fog of painkillers blurring his mind, he doesn’t take any more notice of the unusual way his knuckles are burning than he does any of his other aches and pains. Honestly barely registers the dull throb underneath the sharper notes promising breaks and burns and what is quite possibly a bullet wound. It’s not until he lifts his hand, the only wrapped part of his otherwise uninjured arm, that an inkling of disbelief edges into his clearing thoughts. An unbelievable thought Jeremy almost instantly confirms when slowly peeling back the edge of the wrap reveals that familiar lettering, unmistakable after all the time he’s spent trying not to stare at them.

And god, isn’t that horrifying. A complete trespass on his person, unnecessarily invasive and nothing if not a chilling reminder of just what kind of people he’s thrown his lot in with. Lacking even a fundamental understanding of boundaries, unhealthily possessive and darkly loyal, a twisted kind of affectionate Jeremy really shouldn’t be comfortable with.  

He’s clearly been out for a solid stretch of time; if the new ink wasn’t obvious enough the state of the darkened room, scattered with various pieces of familiar debris would have tipped him off. The wastepaper basket is overflowing with cans of energy drinks and diet coke, a variety of clothing odds and ends have been discarded on every flat surface and there’s an abandoned glass half filled with what looks like whisky sitting next to Ryan’s rubber skull and the tatters of what was once a Hawaiian shirt. Even the torn sign prohibiting weaponry in hospital rooms, written in Caleb’s slanting scrawl, has been sloppily defaced and skewered to the noticeboard with a hot-pink butterfly knife.

It shouldn’t be as comforting as it is, these unintentional marks of stress and impatience, the clear signs of exactly who has been around, evidence of even those who are no longer here. Because they haven’t left Jeremy to wake up all alone, oh no, that’s just not the FAHC way.  

The only somewhat comfortable looking chair in the room, a small love-seat that’s been dragged over to the bed, is pulling double duty; two sets of legs dangling over one arm, a shock of blonde hair mashed carelessly against brown leather, Michael’s arms, locked tight even in sleep, the only thing keeping Gavin from tumbling to the floor. Not to be out done, there’s a lump curled up on the bottom shelf of one of the cabinets, doors propped open and medical paraphernalia shoved carelessly on to the ground to make room, Ray’s identity distinguishable only by process of elimination and the bright purple hoodie currently serving as a make-shift blanket. Uncomfortably contorted, dead to the world and doing a piss-poor job of keeping watch; here lie the three likely culprits of Jeremy’s unsolicited new ink.

Maybe it’s the drugs talking but as he flexes his hand just to feel the skin stretch the only thing Jeremy finds himself resenting is his own inability to grab his phone and take some cheeky blackmail photos. Already imagining the world of teasing he sees in his future Jeremy closes his eyes, involuntary grin pulling at his lips as he lets the sound of three idiots breathing lull him back to sleep.

What? I do my research..

Prompt requested by Anon- 

18- “I can’t belive you don’t like disney movies”

19- “This is where our friendship ends, right here right now”

A/N- I’m gonna dedicate this one to @winchesters-favorite-girl because she loves Disney movies and this fits!


To say you loved Disney movies was possibly the biggest understatement to ever exist in the history of understatements. You were obsessed! You just adored the songs, the characters and the story lines, and the way near enough every single one has a badass female character.

The newest one that had been released was Moana, you had seen all of the trailers and had even studied Hawaiian Demi-Gods, mainly focusing on Maui as he was one of the stories main characters.

You had already seen it, but you wanted the two boys who you called brothers to bask in it’s glory. Sam was easy to convince, he’s had a soft spot for Disney movies ever since he was a kid. 

Dean, however was slightly more reluctant. 

“Come on, Dea! Just this once, I promise you’ll love it” You begged, Dean rolled his eyes “no, and you’ve already seen it! Why do you want me and Sam to see it so badly?” He asked, he was trying to get some research on the British Men Of Letters, he needed a break.

“I want you and Sam to see it because it’s amazing and I don’t want to look like a loner. Now, come on, lets gooo” you said tugging on his arm, trying to get him out of the chair. 

Dean chuckled lightly at your eagerness, “you and Sam just go without me, I’m not really into Disney movies anyway” he said causing you to stop and stare wide eyed at him. 

“You… you don’t like Disney movies? This is where our friendship ends, right here right now” You said in disbelief, you heard Sam release a quiet “uh oh” before he sat down, he knew you were going to rant, he found them amusing. 

I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies! They are the soil of every persons belonging, the heart and soul of every child’s dream!” You said dramatically, Dean closed the laptop and stared at you, an eyebrow quirked up in amusement.

“I just don’t like the whole, cheesy love story to it-” you interrupted him by jumping up from the chair you had been sat on, “but that’s the great thing about this movie! There’s no love story! It’s about this badass teenager from this Island in Hawaii who get’s chosen by the water to sail across the ocean to find this Demi-god guy names Maui so he can restore the heart of Te-fiti and save the freaking world from this curse that was released when he stole it! See, no love story, zero love. Zilch. Nada. None.” You said in one breath, the boys were looking at you like you were a crazy person. 

“What? I do my research.” You said smugly, before turning back to Dean. He sighed and stood up “fine, come on lets go” he muttered, you ran in front of him “I promise you’ll love it!” You called behind you. 


ATTENTION NA KANAKA MAOLI

Hawaiian selfie train let’s go!

No “from Hawai’i but not Hawaiian” ppl please. Also, even if you’re white-passing, or you feel like you don’t “look Hawaiian”, or you have even 1/1000th Hawaiian in you, please participate! The point of this selfie train is to show people that na kanaka maoli come in all different shapes and sizes. All Hawaiians are welcome!

Yeah, (Yeah) Yeah, we're (Haha) gonna bring it down like this y'all. (Yep yep.) I'm gonna let my man PaRappa know (Word.) that noodles rule the world. Yeah, yeah, that lil' slippery thing tasts so good all the time. Yeah, yeah, that's right. (Aight) It goes a little something like this. Stay with me now, (Yea) here we go. (Like dis, like dis) In parenthesis, let me stress the fact clearly. No matter what the deal, I crave for this dearly. The so-called noodles you find in spaghetti, are sweeter than idols, do damage like machetes. Without a doubt, I got da flow, comin at ya live, bring the place alive, every single day I jive. With the thought, comes my direct actions. Ask my followers, they'll say it's an addiction. Slurp it, suck it, I know you all like it. (Slurp it, suck it, I know we all like it.) Smell it, taste it, pasta in a market. (Smell it, taste it, fruit in a basket.) Chinese, Italian, Thai or Jamaican. (Mexican, Egyptian, English, Korean.) Anything goes, even Hawaiian. (Anything goes, even Alaskan.) Long, and chewy (uh-huh uh-huh), occasionally gooey. The best things in life taste good with chop (chop) suey! (suey!) 8 minutes to boil, and 2 minutes to eat. (uh-huh) Admit it kid, you know noodles can't be beat. (oooooo) *PJ's DJ crashs through the wall, room darkens for a moment, everyone is asking what's going on* *As soon as light turns on, they start rapping again* Roll it on your spoon, create your own boom. (Roll it on my spoon, create my own boom.) I betcha didn't know; Noodles' the rules. (I betcha didn't know; There are no rules.) Sushi, burgers, they all taste good. (Pizza, burritos, they all taste good.) As long as they got noodles, the king of all foods. (As long as they love food, then any thing's cool.) Hip hop music (Hip hop,) with an old school (hip hop.) twist. I keep the place intact and do a rap like this. (Like this.) You can use a spoon, fork, knife or even chopsticks. Come on kid, get down with the mix. (uh.) N. double O. D. L. E. S. (C. double O. K. I. E. S.) Great tasting pasta, blow to your chest. (Great tasting sweets, blow to my chest.) Ramen, udon, soba, you name it. (Brownies, a pie, a shake, you name it.) Any type of noodles you like, yes I got it. (Any type of sweets you like, yes I got it.) Whatever your thoughts may be, I'm bound to be The king of all foods, with noodles as the key. (as the key.) Full of pride, and glory way up above, Cuz here I come y'all, full of noodles and love! Noodles are the best no doubt can't deny, taste better than water, but don't ask me why. (Noodles are the best no doubt can't deny, taste better than water, but don't ask you why.) But then again, many things can be tasty, corn bread, potatoes, rice and even pastries. (But then again, many things can be tasty, corn bread, potatoes, rice and even pastries.) Then why do I, love noodles so dearly? It makes no sense. I must've sounded real eerie. (Then why do you, love noodles so dearly? It makes no sense. You must've sounded real eerie.) Thanks brother, for lettin' me understand that a man must understand to keep his options open. (You're welcome brother, for lettin' you understand that a man must understand to keep his options open.)

A lot of people here in Hawai'i have a “get over it, it’s in the past. don’t degrade the aloha spirit” mentality when it comes to the overthrow of the Hawaiin kingdom. It pisses me the fuck offffff, especially when it’s from someone who isn’t even Native Hawaiian. Like of course YOU would say get over it, the oppression of natives works for your benefit when you get to live here on our land.

Aloha spirit was invented to draw tourists here, it’s not a belief of the native peoples. As a native, or anyone really, you have every right to feel angry and to hate our colonizers. Fuck the aloha spirit, I can be kind and care for my land and the people of Hawai'i AND hate haoles for what they did.

593 words every girl wants to hear

Yeah, (Yeah) Yeah, we’re (Haha) gonna bring it down like this y'all. (Yep yep.)

I’m gonna let my man PaRappa know (Word.) that noodles rule the world.

Yeah, yeah, that lil’ slippery thing tasts so good all the time.

Yeah, yeah, that’s right. (Aight)

It goes a little something like this. Stay with me now, (Yea) here we go. (Like dis, like dis)

In parenthesis, let me stress the fact clearly.

No matter what the deal, I crave for this dearly.

The so-called noodles you find in spaghetti, are sweeter than idols, do damage like machetes.

Without a doubt, I got da flow, comin at ya live, bring the place alive, every single day I jive.

With the thought, comes my direct actions.

Ask my followers, they’ll say it’s an addiction.

Slurp it, suck it, I know you all like it.

(Slurp it, suck it, I know we all like it.)

Smell it, taste it, pasta in a market.

(Smell it, taste it, fruit in a basket.)

Chinese, Italian, Thai or Jamaican.

(Mexican, Egyptian, English, Korean.)

Anything goes, even Hawaiian.

(Anything goes, even Alaskan.)

Long, and chewy (uh-huh uh-huh), occasionally gooey.

The best things in life taste good with chop (chop) suey! (suey!)

8 minutes to boil, and 2 minutes to eat. (uh-huh)

Admit it kid, you know noodles can’t be beat. (oooooo)

*PJ’s DJ crashs through the wall, room darkens for a moment, everyone is asking what’s going on*

*As soon as light turns on, they start rapping again*

Roll it on your spoon, create your own boom.

(Roll it on my spoon, create my own boom.)

I betcha didn’t know; Noodles’ the rules.

(I betcha didn’t know; There are no rules.)

Sushi, burgers, they all taste good.

(Pizza, burritos, they all taste good.)

As long as they got noodles, the king of all foods.

(As long as they love food, then any thing’s cool.)

Hip hop music (Hip hop,) with an old school (hip hop.) twist.

I keep the place intact and do a rap like this. (Like this.)

You can use a spoon, fork, knife or even chopsticks.

Come on kid, get down with the mix. (uh.)

N. double O. D. L. E. S.

(C. double O. K. I. E. S.)

Great tasting pasta, blow to your chest.

(Great tasting sweets, blow to my chest.)

Ramen, udon, soba, you name it.

(Brownies, a pie, a shake, you name it.)

Any type of noodles you like, yes I got it.

(Any type of sweets you like, yes I got it.)

Whatever your thoughts may be, I’m bound to be

The king of all foods, with noodles as the key. (as the key.)

Full of pride, and glory way up above,

Cuz here I come y'all, full of noodles and love!

Noodles are the best no doubt can’t deny, taste better than water, but don’t ask me why.

(Noodles are the best no doubt can’t deny, taste better than water, but don’t ask you why.)

But then again, many things can be tasty, corn bread, potatoes, rice and even pastries.

(But then again, many things can be tasty, corn bread, potatoes, rice and even pastries.)

Then why do I, love noodles so dearly? It makes no sense. I must’ve sounded real eerie.

(Then why do you, love noodles so dearly? It makes no sense. You must’ve sounded real eerie.)

Thanks brother, for lettin’ me understand that a man must understand to keep his options open.

(You’re welcome brother, for lettin’ you understand that a man must understand to keep his options open.)