Lyrics:
Perimeter scratched on the nation's native hide
And we saw those christian clippers glide
Over white caps and white sails hide
Over white knuckles
And I
Rio Grande Valley
And the golden fields of Cali
Then they had to seize the center
Passed the Homestead Act to make them enter
Rounded up natives from
acting wild, sipping poor, puffin' dank (uh)
Competing with the next man for higher playing rank (right)
See I ain't got time try to be Big Hank
Fuck
liquor stores on every corner
Welcome to Lost Skanless, California
Haha, buenos dias motherfuckers
I'm Sadboy Loko and I'm here to speak for my
a native habitat) (understand that)
We all got to have (a place where something is discovered, founded)
To a place that we come from (developed
back my fist
The LP gots to MC
[Wild Child]
Let's collaborate with the sounds of fate, gather round the plate
Ya down to wait for the background chatter
nation
How long will it be, how many suckers must die?
There's only one answer to the question why
My knowledge is the sun and it will always shine
You
an innovator on the
Turntables and a
Crucial influence on DJ Jazzy Jeff, who
With fellow Philly native Will Smith
Would win the
First-ever Grammy for Best Rap
you
But of an entire nation
And frankly the entire world
America is praying for you
And America is praying for all of the victims of this terrible
Hella faded, Mary in the cellophane
I'm celebrated
By my self just for being alive
I made it out the matrix
You can't deny this nation was
Build
for free beats?
Man you ain't worthy
Why am I murking these natives like pilgrims in November
Maybe I'm trynna make y'all remember
The real meaning
some
Native peoples gotta reclaim our place in the sun
White man with his disease, war and gun
Wiped out the peoples will to fight for where we from
Cali
remember
That Chace told ya
The nation is infected by LA gang culture
I’m an all-game reporter live from the center
Where respected as an artist
and shoe soles
A nation unified in exhale
A cloud of smoke
A native pipe ceremony
All the gathered cigarette butts piled in heaps
Snow covered mountains
tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles
A nation unified in exhale
A cloud of smoke
A native pipe ceremony
All the gathered cigarette butts piled
back my fist
The LP gots to MC
[Wild Child]
Let's collaborate with the sounds of fate, gather round the plate
Ya down to wait for the background chatter
It's time for us as a people to start making some changes
Let's change the way we eat
Let's change the way we live
And let's change the way we treat
afterbirth
Past will lurk, the massive curse
Four plagues with Horus in their head
Rigor mortis will spread
‘nough said, we came for all of the dead
He that
the choice i choose genocide
And they're getting everybody else ready intellectually and emotionally for why that's gonna be okay
When it happens why they're
tongue tied
I don't waste a word 'cause I know well that more than one died
To get across the thought the point the words we take for granted
Competitors getting whacked for putting out slack
Operation Radication, who rocks the nation
Big Daddy smoking purple haze in the Caddy
Father forgive me for
They call me charcoal man the dark coal man
In 1619 I touched these sands
At the moment my bare feet touched these lands
I cried for the jungle where
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