Lyrics:
Times was simply plain I knew they'd eventually change
Let's take a trip down memory lane
With the game talker, native new yorker
Gators on my
native and foreign
Belonging to their culture, yet answering to no one
Both tall and exceedingly handsome
If I had to guess, I'd say they were wealthy
Way, way out in space there's an island
The natives are restless and violent
Not long ago they were silent
Now they buzz and hum
Oh how far
or deeds
You could just appoint people
To make everything legal
To sanction the trickery and greed
And back in the jungle when
The natives got restless
They
outside to know what we're bound to face
The level of disparity, the common man
The manner of destruction of the native land
The poverty of reprisal
too much
I let Tone touch my ears to let the bullshit disappear
Pa' 'fuera, tu no sabe, mi manera
Native tongue, puttin' it down, donde quiera
De
bitches that we on
Go tell lil' Morg that I did it, bitch, I'm gone
Grandma Native American, private land that I own
Never once I'll settle, shit,
Desert shadows creep across purple sands.
Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans.
There, silhouetted under and eastern star,
I see my long
fashion
Is getting, kid, I'm making cash and crashing
Parties that everybody's talking about, we turn it out
I'm just a native New Yorker with clout
I
were natives there called guanches, guanches by the score
bullet's, disease the portugese, they weren't there any more
now they're gone, they're gone,
will pay for my sins later
When I'm living greater, the mind state of a Westside native
It's sick in the head, dodgin' Feds everyday
See me load the AK,
O Canada
Our home and native land!
True patriot love
In all thy sons command
With glowing hearts, we see thee rise,
Our true north strong and free
out where this highway goes
Close your eyes, Nikkia, and you'll see
Close your eyes, Nikkia, and you're free
Free, free
The natives are restless
of rappin'
Everythin' in fashion but your car outdated
Hear you tryna move in, but your soul ain't native
I can put you on, but if you fold, you baited
from your mission
Intelligence will train what we teaching our children
Descendant of a slave, major thing that got me tripping
Native to the land
Oh native tongues, they're talking.
Bliss, tragedy, divine.
I set to search the ruins.
I looked inward to find.
I keep running into circles.
of the beat, the beat, the beat
They say it began with a chant and a hum
And a black hand laid on a native drum
Bantu, Zulu, Watusi, Ashanti, Herero, Grebo,
Half a year later, still ain't heard an album greater
The natives want me out of the office, back on the pavement
Jokers at the top know the king
sentiment
Shoutout "Go Brooklyn!", they representin it
Sittin on they front stoop sippin Guinesses
Usin native dialect in they sentences
From the treeline
and felt I was alone
When I feel like braggin' I just up and say
I'm a native son of San Antone
There's a sweet somebody by the Alamo
Someday she's gonna be
still Native
Close-knit, stitched tight related
That's the way we handle it
Pin us up or mantle it
We on fire you candlelit
Daydreamin' on a rack
shoes and I, I have sent a message but I
So many stars in the sky
It's the truths that will not lie
There's a young wild native maiden running mad
The sun is shining through the trees
I lie out here on the beach taking it easy
Along comes a native boy
Gonna give me a cool drink
Try to look deep
And don't bother to question
The things you already know
Like I love you so
Sun down
And the natives got their fists up in the air
Oh, they're everywhere
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