Oorang NDNZ ft. Twin City Tone, Darren Sipity & Sten Joddi Lyrics

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