Snotty Nose Rez Kids - Born Deadly

(Grrr)
Open the pit up
(Open the pit up)
Don't fuck up my braid up
(Don't fuck up my braid up)
We fly like an alien, light up the stadium
We bout to kill it
(We bout to kill 'em)

I can not wait for ya
(Don't ask me to wait up)
Get back to the skrilla
(Get back to the skrilla)
I feel incredible
(Call me incredible)
Stack it up for the winter
(Woo-woo)

Fuck, shit
Put our lives on the line like whoa
What? Shit
Fuck twelve pulling up like gang, gang, gang
Fuck, shit
I got fire in my eyes like like whoa
Woo, blaow
Fuck twelve with they gats like gang, gang, gang, gang

Fuck the police, with a fist to the sky
We fighting for the future homie pick a side
New lies, cut ties, new genocide
We the future and the future will be televised

No peace signs homie cut power out
When the yutes in the building this a powerhouse
We the new generation we gone keep it moving
Flip the flag on its head this a revolution

Fuck twelve, pull out your cameras
We ain't dying today we gone handle this
Long live the chief we got stamina
Don't fuck with my tribe or my savages
In the gut of the beast we notorious
Put in the cut you'd think they deported us
Serve and protect with a boot on my neck with my face in the mud I'ma warrior

Fuck, shit
Put our lives on the line like whoa
What? Shit
Fuck twelve pulling up like gang, gang, gang
Fuck, shit
I got fire in my eyes like like whoa
Woo, blaow
Fuck twelve with they gats like gang, gang, gang, gang

Fuck 'em all, I'ma stand, I'ma stand tall
Had to get a landline just to get collect calls
Had to smoke a barrel to get the edge off
On the front line like the oka crisis standoff
I ain't crying but the kids are crying
People dying like the land
But why's there no one at the picket line?
They said that we fine, but that's a lie
There ain't no cop that's a friend of mine
I need a hundred red coffins
I need a hundred more warriors
I need a hundred red dresses
I need a hundred more horses
We need resurgence, we don't need lawyers
How can we feast off these government portions?
We will not leave until they come for us
We don't want peace

Fuck, shit
Put our lives on the line like whoa
What? Shit
Fuck twelve pulling up like gang, gang, gang
Fuck, shit
I got fire in my eyes like like whoa
Woo, blaow
Fuck twelve with they gats like gang, gang, gang, gang

Who's that creeping in my rearview?
I can tell you one time, I don't give a fuck! (What? What?)
'Cause I'm close to the edge, come and see the view (woop)
Shit, everybody savage if you push enough
Indigenous and dangerous (woo)
Drum bangs with us
Fight the power
I'm on my run dmc shit (woo)
Yo, mama raised a rager, I'm in my granny prayers
Neechie I was made for this shit (woop-woop)

Who's that creeping in my rearview? God damn one time
Shit I feel like ice cube
Ya'll can't walk a mile in my moccasins boots I'm marchin' in
And tell the truth
I only fear creator and mama dukes (true)
Bless the child that can lead the way
'Cause around my way there's no church on sunday
Everyday I pray until my dying days, that one thing'll never change
I'm brave to the grave

Fuck, shit
Put our lives on the line like whoa
What? Shit
Fuck twelve pulling up like gang, gang, gang
Fuck, shit
I got fire in my eyes like like whoa
Woo, blaow
Fuck twelve with they gats like gang, gang, gang, gang

Written by:
Darren Metz, Quinton Nyce

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