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This for all my dead chiefs

Ay, ay

This for all my dead chiefs

Yi Yi Yi!

Here go young Geronimo

I’m so minay if you ain’t know

I don’t need reservations

When I’m straight up out the rez yo

It’s go time homie, let’s go

Know I gotta thank Winnipeg’s Most

AOG, man we keep it aboriginal

This young’un skinny but more busy than Biyombo boy

I put the team on my back doe

We gon' ride and die on me

I ain’t bee’z in the trap

But my hair slicked back like I’m Eazy-E

Who rock the spot? D drop it like it’s hot

That’s with the AC

I’m Stephen Curry

You’re Shaqtin' A Fool, that JaVale McGee

Word up, let’s get real for a minute

I’ma grind till I shine, best believe I’m committed

I’m a snotty nose rez kid up to the fitted

With the heart of a champ, we don’t quit it till we get it

It’s the Brave in my blood and man it takes guts

Take a look around homeboy, it’s just us

It’s go big or bust, ain’t no time for rust

With my day one fam, in minay we trust!

Happy Gilmore, tryna make the big bucks

I go hard to the core, that’s from dawn to dusk

Sam Cassell, the boy got big nuts

With the rock in my hand, I’m the man in the clutch

Rookie of the year that skipped the hazing

I ain’t saying I’m the best, I’m just fuckin' amazing

Love me or hate me, it’ll never change me

Like Al used to say «It's Go Time Baby!»

This for all my dead chiefs

That bled for all the land and peace

Forgotten ones that been deceased

At the top of our family trees

Ay, ay, this for all my dead chiefs

Ay, ay, this for all my dead chiefs

Here go young Sitting Bull

My love for my people unconditional

And you know I’m living in the city but I’m keeping it traditional

Young aboriginal, labeled as a criminal, ah!

And they said «Go cut your braids,» I ain’t having it

I stick it to the man like my daddy did, stupid ol' savages

Mama’o always wanted me to get it

Baba’o never knew me goddamnit

My abu' made the best damn bannock on the planet

And my op' taught me all my bad habits

I’m a product of bloodshed

But every time I bring it up someone change the subject

And young’un is correct, I don’t need a reservation

So when I’m running late, have patience

I been taking my time just to enter my prime, take a look at me now

I do it, I do it, I’m here to pursue it, my mama so proud

Word to the youngin, listen up for a second, man

This if for the man that took a stand to oppression

While they fought for our land with nothing but a message

This is our home, we ain’t scared of your weapons

A valuable lesson, now this is my message

For Geronimo and Pontiac and all the other legends

And the youth of today that’ll be my successor

I’m ready for war and we’re in it together

You showed us your teeth, what the hell’d you expect?

You’re destroying the land that we’re here to protect

Like the chiefs I respect that I’m about to resurrect

Here go Yung Trybez, I’m next

This for all my dead chiefs

That bled for all the land and peace

Forgotten ones that been deceased

At the top of our family trees

Ay, ay, this for all my dead chiefs

Ay, ay, this for all my dead chiefs

Yi Yi Yi! Here go young crazy horse

Since birth I’ve been labeled as a dark horse

Standing up to the bully with the force

In the fourth, I’ma kill it like the Purge with no remorse, ah

A native with a voice ain’t never good

Carving out my name in the cedar wood

My tribe red like a suit on Suge

Hate is the new love for the injun that could

For real doe

Hope you can see my smoke signals

I’m a native and I know it and I ain’t afraid to show it

Why you think I let the hair grow?

So before we turn into skeletons

May the creator forgive me for all my sins

I just got minays, I ain’t got no friends

And we’ll fight to make it right till the bitter end

Real Rez boy

And I ain’t talkin' dorm residence

Most of ya’ll rappin' for them dead presidents

Well I rap for dead chiefs boy

I''m an underdog like March Madness

Coming through with the W, fuckin up your brackets

This for the Chiefs that died

To avoid being landless all around the atlas

So we gon' fight back with the tracks on my Captain Jack Modoc

I be slick with the tactics

I’m on a Red Cloud when we standing our ground

Don’t you worry fam, we got this

Chief Poet, Dan George

Understand that my heart soars

For those that couldn’t tell their story

But the spirits will be with us when reach the glory

Here go young Pontiac

I’ll die for my land, I’ll be right back

I do this for all of the Braves from back in the day

My minay where you at?

'Cause we the new slaves

Nah man, we originals

Stuck in our ways, I’m so minay

Fucked up individuals (we're fucked up)

I’m first in command but you gotta understand that minay be the family

Against all odds with our backs to the wall, we’ll defy gravity

I got a big plan for minay and all fans, man we about to go way up

'Cause the life that I’m livin' was good in the beginning, but for me that

ain’t enough

Let me break it down for you, what I mean by the beginning

I’ma bring it way back to a time we were winning

Man I’m thinking of a time way before we were Indian

When our villages were killin' it

Then the man came and dragged out the visit

Tried to kill us off but we failed to diminish

Now they’re killing off our land like business is business

Fuck your pipelines, man we about to get vicious

I’m a warrior at heart but I’m dealing with grief

I’m feeling defeat as I stand with the chiefs

Fuck your beliefs about reconciliation

We’re tryna stand up from the fall of our nations

Eight generations, serving out our sentences

Thrown at the rez, I’ll forever be a resident

I mean no offense, but I gotta represent

All the chiefs that we lost, fuck a dead president

This for all my dead chiefs

That bled for all the land and peace

Forgotten ones that been deceased

At the top of our family trees

Ay, ay, this for all my dead chiefs

Ay, ay, this for all my dead chiefs

Ay, ay, this for all my dead chiefs

Ay, ay, this for all my dead chiefs