Rebirth (feat. Tanya Tagaq)

12 full moons like white gold Grandfather sky is getting old Tides come and go and the rivers froze And the weather man said its getting cold Winters coming, I'm coming home My ancestors come from the snow I'm first born and Creator knows Don't let me get in my zone S on my chest, anti-hero I guess Beads on my neck and my earlobes are stretched Abnormal, irregular, so unconventional Are we original? YES Phone home, I got a bone to pick I got trust issues I can never fix I'm true to myself and my promises And when I'm in Rome I do the opposite Got my voice back with my artifacts Now I'm talking shit with my talking stick From Potlatch bans on our own land Where legal pot was provocative We drumming our drums as usual We singing our songs as suitable We dance to it all, so movable We do it together, its beautiful I'm breathing heavy, I love it My palms are sweaty, I love it My culture's alive, I love it The art is revived, I love it Uh, Nate to the bone Lit like my sage homie I ain't alone The spirits stay with me to get where I'm goin' Had my first sweat homie, I was reborn Pride gets bigger as my hair get long Two long braids, that's a dedication Son of a gun, no registration Just like my pops We about feast, potlatch Copper shield on fleek, top notch Stayed true from the jump, Kriss Kross Dear Turtle Island, this the renaissance Don't take my kindness for weakness Man that shit too funny my neechie So tell me Have you ever been at the bottom? Its muddy my neechie I'm pissed off for greatness my neechie Been silent and deadly since my nose was snotty Besides all my fam, I don't fuck with nobody Illuminative, no illuminati Illuminative, no illuminati Misunderstood, ya'll don't understand I'm a redman with a method man Resist, revive, indigenize - we heavy hitters We don't die, we multiply - cry me a river