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Picture me rollin', bitch I go skoden
Picture me rollin', bitch I go skoden
Picture me rollin', bitch I go skoden
Picture me rollin, yeah yeah
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 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 in the sky for the Sioux Tribe
Middle fingers up to the pipelines
Shoutout to the red-skinned blood hounds
Holdin' down for the red camp right now
My people getting mauled getting put on by the dogs
And we're still being cuffed like outlaws
Resurrecting the indigenous, black snake killas
We got every other village out here fighting like guerrillas
And were here to take the power from depletist egomaniacs
Our voice is a weapon and its powerful
And I'm spittin' ammunition, Rambo
Coming out the shadow, no camo
No Tar Heels here, no more land to steal
Don't fuck with me, I got Hansbrough
For Standing Rock, I stand
Lelu's voice I am
We deploy the braves 'fore ya destroy the land
'Bout to take it all back, we them village boys, let's go
Still we all 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
Or bitch we go skoden, skoden, skoden
Bitch we go skoden, skoden, skoden
Bitch we go skoden, skoden, skoden
Bitch we go skoden, skoden, skoden
We might go skoden
Tryna get buckwild in the open
C'mon, let's go then
Took a ride on the rez road
Goin' way too fast, slow down like, "Ho-ly"
Heard you might be my cousin (no way)
Fried bread with fried bologna
Cracklin' on the stove on a cold day
While my heart like kokum with the