Oorang NDNZ (feat. Twin City Tone, Darren Sipity & Sten Joddi)

I represent Indigenous excellence
Effortless getting it in the kitchen and I'm cheffing this
Recipe rest in peace to ancestors
That came before if you're not aiming for the top
What you aiming for? Waging war since Columbus came on shore
Arrowhead to your head nowadays we just aim the four
What you waiting for? I blaze them all I'm past hot
Fuck you, fuck your team, fuck your mascot
Trash talk talk trash walk past but don't look
I can tell by the vibes I got them all shook
They wrote books but left the truth out it's all lies
Next summer might bring the coupe out it's all eyes
On me, t-o-n-y
And I, been fly as eagle feathers none better
Red poets representer, word to Tall Paul
Fourth and goal us against all of you all
It's indigenous excellence when we touchdown
Passing the competition too late to run now
No hesitation the style of play is one cut
Some Indian players turning singles to home runs
Resurrecting greatness in the name of Oorang
They played the game and had it sewed up like a shoe string
Squadding on the track Native baby Wu-Tang
Still find them with the people lower than the fruit hang
Descendent of this continents original inhabitants
All this Bering strait theory talk we ain't having it
Couldn't live off the land like us so they called us savages
And moved us to a reservation alone all we have is us
Let the past go we're trying to make the best of times
I exist as a reminder of your ancestors crimes
And we're still waiting on a verdict
Say the tribes warred amongst each other we ain't perfect
Walk across the top of the earth scratching the surface
Like those who came before me rediscovering their purpose
There's seven deadly sins and there's seven teachings
You chase the American dream then you're probably sleeping
It's quick to turn into a night mare
Learned how to play dirty from them they don't fight fair
We stay woke and picked up on your race jokes
Still trying to destroy your hate and create hope
It's indigenous excellence when we touchdown
Passing the competition too late to run now
No hesitation the style of play is one cut
Some Indian players turning singles to home runs
Resurrecting greatness in the name of Oorang
They played the game and had it sewed up like a shoe string
Squadding on the track Native baby Wu-Tang
Still find them with the people lower than the fruit hang
It's indigenous excellence never question my intelligence
I'm not with the fakery material embellishments
Fuck all the branches of government and the presidents
Greedy white collar Wall Street cash embezzlements
Sizing up the game recording up all the measurements
Industry is full of that musical artist pestilence
Exploiting the culture never showing the culture love
Exposing the vultures out from their clout I'm from the mud
I'm from the land where they say, give it all back now
All of the warriors standing strong, and never back down
Do it for the family the people and the youth
Do it for the voiceless the struggle and the truth
Indigenous people were the first, to get their culture cancelled
Now you act like we don't have a reason to dismantle
The system, resist them, against them,
Staying with the strength of our ancestors wisdom
It's indigenous excellence when we touchdown
Passing the competition too late to run now
No hesitation the style of play is one cut
Some Indian players turning singles to home runs
Resurrecting greatness in the name of Oorang
They played the game and had it sewed up like a shoe string
Squadding on the track Native baby Wu-Tang
Still find them with the people lower than the fruit hang
Anishinaabe with Haudenasaunee in my blood
How could a phony replicate it our roots in the mud
This government structure tried to copy my ancestors
They fundamentally failed by sicking their ham fetchers
Our matrilineal systems assured our clan wellness
Euro peon patriarchs city insured to spam stretchers
Forget walking on water we make our food grow on it
We picked us up by the bootstraps they made the loopholes common
So throw that lazy Indian connoting out the door
Toting flow known to power up a fellow Native soul
My brother got the Oorang Indians in his genes
His great grandpa John Baptiste Thunder played with JT
The only Native team assembled in the NFL
Its the Rap Game Jim Thorpe here with a story to tell
It's only right I do it potent with some Native poets
The spirit of Bright Path is in me yeah he probably wrote this
It's indigenous excellence when we touchdown
Passing the competition too late to run now
No hesitation the style of play is one cut
Some Indian players turning singles to home runs
Resurrecting greatness in the name of Oorang
They played the game and had it sewed up like a shoe string
Squadding on the track Native baby Wu-Tang
Still find them with the people lower than the fruit hang