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[Sample: John Barton]
I wonder if you'd believe this as a solution to the "Aboriginal problem"? Herd the worst of the Aborigines into one area, then put a chemical in their water that sent them sterile. In time, there'd be none of them left. Well, that solution has been put forward by none other than one of the premier's closest friends, West Australian mining magnate, Lang Hancock
[Verse 1: Trials]
Yeah my trust in the police died in custody (pow)
Hand cuffed and stuffed inside some fuckery
Double knees to keep my breathing shallow as my grave is
On my best behaviours, till we end up leaking on the pavements (why)
Best believe its racist if we both walk in the same shop tomorrow (tomorrow)
And only one gets followed by the same cop
The only difference is our pigment, at least' that's what the pig meant
They wanna put us all back in the pig pen
But not all are, still thinking we fauna, this real life
Hit 'em with that one-two: Tamir Rice
Clear signs nothings getting better and they ain't gonna let up
Till we get that gut full and fed up (we starving)
That's when they told me looking out for justice was outdated
Deal with it and trust the judges (what the fuck?)
Newsflash motherfucker, I don't respect ya (hell no)
Ignoring it is easy when it won't even effect ya
[Chorus: Trials & Briggs]
I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out
I said I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out
I said I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out
I call 'em out, and then I sort 'em out quick
Hey Briggs, you called 'em out? Hell yeah, I called 'em out
We did another lap and gave them something else to talk about
We called 'em out, what what, we called 'em out
We called 'em out, and then we sort 'em out quick
Bitch - and then we sort 'em out quick
They [?] beef and we sort 'em out
Then we sort 'em out quick
And then we sort 'em out quick
[Sample: Lang Hancock]
The ones that are no good to themselves, can’t accept things, the half-castes—and this is where most of the trouble comes—I would dope the water up so that they were sterile and would breed themselves out in future and that would solve the problem
[Verse 2: Guilty Simpson]
Yeah skin of onyx, manatronix
Sippin' gin and tonic and hittin' chronic, I spit ebonics
Fuck the system, I heard they buildin' up another prison - right outside the subdivision
Officer friendly swallowing Henny, intoxicated off power following any
Vehicle occupied with people of colour, so I'm keepin' my brother
The powers against me, Mama convinced me
There's good in everybody and everybody was good, when they used lynch me
And drench me, I'm speaking for victims
Many don't have a voice shuffled in the system so we share the wisdom
Speaking of lives lost, they killing our kind and barely getting' time off
They said we really shouldn't talk about
I say the opposite and call 'em out
[Chorus (Condensed): Guilty Simpson & Trials]
Yeah yeah, I call 'em out
I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out
I said I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out
I call 'em out, and then I sort 'em out quick
[Sample: Town Major]
The do-gooders came along and they—these beurocrats and the rest of them who would write great thesis on things down south... and they decided that they better go and civilise these savages of ours, so they brought 'em into the towns
[Verse 3: Briggs]
Third class citizen, never got rid of 'em
Locked in the system, no presumption of innocence
I keep the mindstate militant
I keep watch on my brothers because my states killin 'em
I keep my whips inconspicuous
'Cause these pigs give a fuck what you in
'Cause what you drive may be where you die
If you pull over you mightn't pull out alive
Raisin' my hands, drawn a line in the sand
So there's no excuse for a gun and a badge
To let anything fly, if anyone dies
Make sure every cop shop in the city fries
It's easier to kill us than skill us
What good's a gorilla in a world of vanilla
Other rappers ain't finna to talk about (Fuck Boys)
Fuck that, I say the opposite and call 'em out
[Sample: Spokesman for the Queensland Graziers]
Now I wouldn't mind Philip, if it was just the black—the true Aborigine—but there are so many hybrides, and they're nearly white, and this is where it hurts me
I wonder if you'd believe this as a solution to the "Aboriginal problem"? Herd the worst of the Aborigines into one area, then put a chemical in their water that sent them sterile. In time, there'd be none of them left. Well, that solution has been put forward by none other than one of the premier's closest friends, West Australian mining magnate, Lang Hancock
[Verse 1: Trials]
Yeah my trust in the police died in custody (pow)
Hand cuffed and stuffed inside some fuckery
Double knees to keep my breathing shallow as my grave is
On my best behaviours, till we end up leaking on the pavements (why)
Best believe its racist if we both walk in the same shop tomorrow (tomorrow)
And only one gets followed by the same cop
The only difference is our pigment, at least' that's what the pig meant
They wanna put us all back in the pig pen
But not all are, still thinking we fauna, this real life
Hit 'em with that one-two: Tamir Rice
Clear signs nothings getting better and they ain't gonna let up
Till we get that gut full and fed up (we starving)
That's when they told me looking out for justice was outdated
Deal with it and trust the judges (what the fuck?)
Newsflash motherfucker, I don't respect ya (hell no)
Ignoring it is easy when it won't even effect ya
[Chorus: Trials & Briggs]
I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out
I said I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out
I said I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out
I call 'em out, and then I sort 'em out quick
Hey Briggs, you called 'em out? Hell yeah, I called 'em out
We did another lap and gave them something else to talk about
We called 'em out, what what, we called 'em out
We called 'em out, and then we sort 'em out quick
Bitch - and then we sort 'em out quick
They [?] beef and we sort 'em out
Then we sort 'em out quick
And then we sort 'em out quick
[Sample: Lang Hancock]
The ones that are no good to themselves, can’t accept things, the half-castes—and this is where most of the trouble comes—I would dope the water up so that they were sterile and would breed themselves out in future and that would solve the problem
[Verse 2: Guilty Simpson]
Yeah skin of onyx, manatronix
Sippin' gin and tonic and hittin' chronic, I spit ebonics
Fuck the system, I heard they buildin' up another prison - right outside the subdivision
Officer friendly swallowing Henny, intoxicated off power following any
Vehicle occupied with people of colour, so I'm keepin' my brother
The powers against me, Mama convinced me
There's good in everybody and everybody was good, when they used lynch me
And drench me, I'm speaking for victims
Many don't have a voice shuffled in the system so we share the wisdom
Speaking of lives lost, they killing our kind and barely getting' time off
They said we really shouldn't talk about
I say the opposite and call 'em out
[Chorus (Condensed): Guilty Simpson & Trials]
Yeah yeah, I call 'em out
I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out
I said I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out
I call 'em out, and then I sort 'em out quick
[Sample: Town Major]
The do-gooders came along and they—these beurocrats and the rest of them who would write great thesis on things down south... and they decided that they better go and civilise these savages of ours, so they brought 'em into the towns
[Verse 3: Briggs]
Third class citizen, never got rid of 'em
Locked in the system, no presumption of innocence
I keep the mindstate militant
I keep watch on my brothers because my states killin 'em
I keep my whips inconspicuous
'Cause these pigs give a fuck what you in
'Cause what you drive may be where you die
If you pull over you mightn't pull out alive
Raisin' my hands, drawn a line in the sand
So there's no excuse for a gun and a badge
To let anything fly, if anyone dies
Make sure every cop shop in the city fries
It's easier to kill us than skill us
What good's a gorilla in a world of vanilla
Other rappers ain't finna to talk about (Fuck Boys)
Fuck that, I say the opposite and call 'em out
[Sample: Spokesman for the Queensland Graziers]
Now I wouldn't mind Philip, if it was just the black—the true Aborigine—but there are so many hybrides, and they're nearly white, and this is where it hurts me