Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
3%
Performer
Say True God?
Vocals
DENNI
Vocals
Nooky
Vocals
Dallas Woods
Vocals
Angus Field
Vocals
Rory Fraser Peckham
Programming
Jesse Morris
Programming
Max Wonnenberg
Programming
William Gunns
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dallas Woods
Composer
Rory Fraser Peckham
Composer
Jesse Morris
Composer
Max Wonnenberg
Composer
William Gunns
Composer
Corey Webster
Composer
Denni Proctor
Composer
Nixon Leighton Rys Jackson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RFP
Producer
Nooky
Producer
JM
Additional Producer
Rizzo
Additional Producer
Billy Gunns
Mixing Engineer
Leon Zervos
Mastering Engineer
Rory Fraser Peckham
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Do you know the word Indigenous? (Yeah, I do)
It means native to the land (Yeah)
I was born here
Where’s my land—
[Instrumental]
Fuck that other that shit, huh, huh
I just want my land back, huh, huh
Fuck that other that shit, huh
I just want my land back, huh, huh
I said fuck that other shit, huh, huh
I just want my land back, that's all I fucking want (Hey, hey, hey)
[Verse 1]
Where your loyalty?
Claim royalty then go and claim your royalties
Minerals and culture, you be selling all of these
Twiggy Gina Palmer, you be helping all of these
Fuckin' royal thieves
I can't stand that
Sell your land, us, we tryna get our land back
Is you stupid?
[Verse 2]
We can't feed off no apology
See greed all in their policy
Fuck Parliament and the colony
Now tell me 'bout equality
Get our rent out the economy
I stack my fucking money
Got gubbas on my heels like I'm Cathy Freeman running
Where my land at, motherfucker ?
Land-grabbing motherfucker
Nowra walk-off
Where the sand at motherfucker?
[Chorus]
Fuck that other that shit, huh, huh
I just want my land back, huh, huh
Fuck that other that shit, huh
I just want my land back, that's all I fucking want (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 3]
I'm just taking back all them acres that you stole
Telling us to get over it, ah, in ya holes
Tried to breed us out, too strong and too Black
Have to start hittin' these gubbas up like I'm a Tupac
All eyes on me, you lie and deceive
My people suffered much for you to sit up high and preach
I might just lead the next uproar to see you fall
Then tell you get over it after takin' it all
Get the fuck off my land in the meantime (Fuck off)
Stay connected to my ancestors in the dream times
Haunt ya with this black magic if I get a piece of ya
So pack your shit and your poison when you leave with ya
[Chorus]
Fuck that other that shit, huh, huh
I just want my land back, huh, huh
Fuck that other that shit, huh
I just want my land back, that's all I fucking want
[Verse 4]
Fuck that other shit, we just want our land back
No perfect rhymes, gonna fix it and that's straight facts
Gotta put it on a track, front line warriors
Do it for the mob, 'cause there's room for the lot of us
Best believe you're gonna want me on your team
Straight patrula, madam pakana about to school ya
Fuck a blame game, big noting ya authority
Mina milaythina, got that sovereign-like autonomy
'Cause I be sleek just like a tiger, best know this
Nawnta repping heavy for the black empire
Best believe we come in all shades
So throw ya fist to the sky when the mob's takin' centre stage
Written by: Corey Webster, Dallas Woods, Denni Proctor, Jesse Morris, Max Wonnenberg, Nixon Leighton Rys Jackson, Rory Fraser Peckham, William Gunns