Skoden (feat. Beau Dick)

Picture me rollin', yah, bitch, I go skoden

Picture me rollin', bitch, I go skoden

Picture me rollin', bitch, I go skoden

Picture me rollin', ya, ya

Big chief's in the building, homie, pipe down

Middle fingers up from my hometown

From underground chiefs to the braves to the briefs

Look who's got my back when it goes down

On the outside, I'm meta-world peace

I'm the malice in the palace, inside, I'm a beast

Put a fist to the sky for the Sioux tribe

Middle fingers up to them pipelines (Fuck y'all)

Shoutout to the red-skinned bloodhounds

Holdin' down for the red camp right now

My people gettin' mauled, gettin' put on by the dogs

And we're still bein' cuffed like outlaws

Resurrectin' the indigenous, black snake killers

We got every other village out here fightin' like guerrillas

And we here to take the power from depletist egomaniacs

Our voice is a weapon and it's powerful

And I'm spittin' ammunition, Rambo

Comin' out the shadow, no camo

No Tar Heels here, no more land to steal

Don't fuck with me, I got hands, bro

For standin' rock, I stand

Lelu's voice, I am

We deploy the braves 'fore you destroy the land

'Bout to take it all back, we them village boys, let's go

Still we al gon' rise, they don't enjoy us

We on that ride or die, 'cause we warriors

And that's word to the wise, fuck 'em vultures

We stay loyal to the soil, y'all can't beat us, might as well join us

Lil' bitch, we go skoden (Skoden, skoden, skoden)

Bitch, we go skoden (Skoden, skoden, skoden)

Bitch, we go skoden (Skoden, skoden, skoden)

Bitch, we go skoden (Skoden, skoden, skoden)

Look, ever since I was a little K-I-D

I've been feelin' like my D-A-D

Every time he's around the RCMP

Man, I'm ready to fight, 'cause it's we, not me

Man, I guess the apple didn't fall far from the tree

When the goomswa abuse their authority

Tell me, I'm a snow goon

Man, I bring the D like Richard Sherman in the LOB, boom

Wanna talk about the who's who? You ain't got a Blues Clue

We don't fit the same shoes, okay, old news

The land is all we got and we refuse to lose

So we finna go, (Skoden) Jordin Tootoo

Talk about BUFU, by us, fuck you

We stand with Standing Rock and the Lelu

Middle fingers to the sky like the boys in Haida Gwaii

We gon' start a picket line, and we'll be saints if we die (That's so true)

Cypress Hill, homie, let's be real, okay, here's the deal

My shit ain't never stank if you think that a tank ain't never gon' spill

Get the message that I send, dawg?

It ain't really that hard to comprehend, dawg (Hell nah)

I'm screamin' fuck you till my skin turn blue like Sonic The Hedgehog

Still we al gon' rise, they don't enjoy us

We on that ride or die, 'cause we warriors

And that's word to the wise, fuck 'em vultures

We stay loyal to the soil, y'all can't beat us, might as well join us

Lil' bitch, we go skoden (Skoden, skoden, skoden)

Bitch, we go skoden (Skoden, skoden, skoden)

Bitch, we go skoden (Skoden, skoden, skoden)

Bitch, we go skoden (Skoden, skoden, skoden)