Land Back

Do you know the word Indigenous? (Yeah, I do)

It means native to the land (Yeah)

I was born here

Where’s my land—

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)

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?

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?

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)

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

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

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