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think I’m going Native, I think I’m going Native
Songs of Ancient Ones fill my lungs
Drums of thunder crash across the sky
Red clouds float above my

bound to Everest
Thunder sounds are touching down
From a cloud the points blank we run around these sentences
A butterfly and hummingbird flutters down

to get a copy



Now I'm swole, who try to patrol my family

Your fantasy back in the day was to be native

But now your shit's sedated

I bring

And soon we reached Bermuda's isle where I met with Captain Moore,
The commander of the Flying Cloud from out of Baltimore,
He asked me if I'd ship with him

the sacred path I'm doing alright

Living for the people that my natives for life
Medicine wheel for real we got a unite
Mother earth the target and there's no

Clouds form in an endless sky
I try to wrap my mind around
Oh, once, all raindrops poured upon
A naked, native ground
Naked ground
Oh, native ground

to like two grams bruh
Aye this loud hella bomb though
Like, I'm too high to even care about anything right now dawg

Cloud 9 don't seem that far away
Cloud

inna di black wid red guts
Very rare mi whip di steering widout some grades a puff
Frequent flyer stuff pilot a navigate even though clouds nuff
Steady

Counting cards ace of spades
In the clouds getting blazed
All my cousins in my face
Smoking vibes and paper chase
Thats just what we like to do

designed to keep a native down
But we just turn it around and rise up off the ground
Just like the eagle we bound to be up in the clouds
And look down

Tryna ball my bros like I'm Peyton
It's S3, the sunny San Diego native
I'm so west coast like an impala on them Daytons
With hydraulics in the trunk

a beautiful night 
We’re side by side 
Watching moon trynna 
Hide in the clouds 

You have a beautiful smile 
Birds’re sleepy and tired 
Dance in the moonlight,

The Remedy

A Tribe Called Quest

Get on the Bus

1996

to the essence, where it all stems from
I'm-a do my thing over this drum, like a native tongue.

Do what you will, if you feel that your steeze is real

the Kaepernick way

Sitting watching clouds come from behind the moon
Having a Taylor made just dealing with the doom
She gone away today I hope she come back soon

find my Native Sun
Ain't no clear direction, and we've just begun

Dreams up in the air
Breaking waves to share
Summer memories without a care
And I'm

I’m high
You can’t reach my eyes
Head up in the clouds
And my lips kissin the sky
I’m high
You can’t reach my eyes
Head up in the clouds
And my lips

My Donegal Shore

Daniel O'Donnell

Irish Collection

1997

left her there on my Donegal shore

Now its winter time there all the trees will be bare
And The rain clouds will darken my native theadore
But if that

Still smoking weed
Till my muhfuckin eyes bleed
Nothin but, t-h-c
Up inside me
And I be
Floatin higher than the clouds and sky be
And I see

me quick and leave me late
Mmm you a bad bad woman
But that's okay
My Native flower
Come meet me at your favorite place
When I need you
I call you

leave
Never left unsaid

Repulsive nature
Misplaced torment
Abhorrent treatment
Of our native home
Spite of the Mother Earth
The sickness in her eye
Wind

idiotic
And they wonder why we smoking on this chronic
I'm the mother fucking product
Product of the system
Young native with a mission
Product of the rap

the future staunch of heart
Since thou hast taught us with high aim to stand
For God, for Doshisha, and Native Land!

When war clouds bring their dark

on the rocks
Get the water on the rocks
Get the water on the rocks
Get the water on the rocks
Now you need to watch out for what is coming
Clouds are forming in

brave warriors!
Every day was bringing pain and disease
Dark clouds covered the sky
Wind brought the smell of blood
Dark clouds covered the moon up
Our