Lyrics I'm Indian - Rucka Rucka Ali
Okay
Guess
who's
back
From
the
dead
Indians
(What
kind?)
American
White
man
come
with
no
passport
From
that
shore,
not
that
shore
I
trade
white
man
my
land
for
Smallpox
And
then
I
die
Hello,
little
kiddies
Sit
right
here
I'll
tell
you
a
story
of
quill
and
steer
And
I
don't
mean
steer
like
flying
over
trees
Dropping
napalm
on
the
Viennese
Lalalala
No
words
My
people
commune
with
birds
And
smoke
signals
Sent
from
Androids
In
our
tribal
apartment
in
Detroit
And
that's
not
an
actual
condo
That's
just
a
metaphor
I
live
in
cycles
I
was
a
fox
last
time
Now
I'm
in
a
government
subsidized
Top
floor
high-rise
Good
god,
cars
go
by
The
pollution
brings
a
tear
to
my
eye
And
I
get
sad
in
a
teepee
with
a
bongo
Can't
see,
where
did
the
sun
go?
I
talk
to
the
ghosts
and
spirits
Say
a
little
woo
hoo
And
I
can
hear
it
Ohm,
my
spirit's
fixed
I
live
in
a
house
of
rocks
and
sticks
Now
I'm
gonna
wear
no
pants
Get
those
grants
Yeah
boy,
get
that
cash
Whoops,
I
mean
squirrel
ooh
ooh
I
use
it
for
my
fur
I
now
do
this
Lalalalala
Just
do
this
Lalalalala
Go
crazy
Lalalalala
Go
crazy
(Lalalalala)
We're
lazy
I'm
Apache
Old
and
trashy
White
girls
have
disease
We
catch
it
They're
so
ratchet
They
wiped
out
my
people
Now
I'm
on
a
reservation
Smoking
weed
and
heavy
drinking
Living
simply
with
no
grieving
Wanting
nothing
but
our
freedom
Then
a
government
check
Touch
methodic
This
land
gave
us
birth
We
get
what
we
need
from
the
earth
We
live
to
serve
We
don't
believe
in
owning
land
or
doing
work
We
have
no
jail
We
have
no
crime
Our
casinos
provide
good
times
We
pay
(Lalalalala)
No
gambling
fines
Inside
the
tribal
line
Now
I'm
gonna
wear
no
pants
Shout
them
chants
Yeah
boy,
get
that
cash
Whoops,
I
mean
squirrel
ooh
ooh
The
moon
is
my
timer
I
now
do
this
Lalalalala
Just
do
this
Lalalalala
Go
crazy
Lalalalala
Go
crazy
(Lalalalala)
We're
lazy
My
kombucha
was
just
boxed
up
So
to
Walmart
made
by
the
white
man
I
burn
plastic
to
make
cardboard
Don't
pay
taxes
cause
Lalalalala
I'm
Cherokee
Driving
in
a
Bentley
I
love
nature
Hit
me
on
the
pager
She's
in
danger
Let's
not
rape
her
Like
some
low-tier
white
bitch
Touch
methodic
Now
this
is
the
park
where
the
sacks
hang
out
Navajo
nation
reservation
grounds
Everyone
sings
like
Hey
hum
how
abagadagabagadaga
That's
the
whole
melody
The
only
one
we
know
I'm
a
red
man
Not
a
red
dot
on
the
head
helps
you
fix
windows
7
And
prays
to
an
elephant
and
bakes
naan
bread
We're
natives
In
Vegas
Take
the
plane
that
the
white
man
gave
us
Cheyennes
Ryennes
Indians
Cheyennes
Redskins
Guy
with
the
palm
reading
science
Violence
is
not
the
answer
Alpaster
can
cure
cancer
Eat
some
peas
and
talk
to
trees
and
go
Lalalala
To
stop
the
bleeding
Now
I'm
doing
a
rain
dance
With
no
pants
Yeah
boy,
rape
that
cactus
Whoops,
I
mean
squirrel
ooh
ooh
Is
that
better
or
worse?
I
now
do
this
Lalalalala
Just
do
this
Lalalalala
Go
crazy
Lalalalala
Go
crazy
(Lalalalala)
We're
lazy
Alala
Touch
methodic
Alala
Touch
methodic
Get
that
coin
Touch
methodic
I
mean
squirrel
This
is
indigenous
land
My
people
lived
here
on
this
land
for
millions
of
years
Before
anyone
else
came
here
We
came
on
this
land
first
We
lived
in
piece...
of
shit
tents
That
was
all
we
needed
We
never
had
any
walls
Our
casinos
had
revolving
doors
you
could
walk
right
in
We
had
no
prisons,
either
There
was
no
need
We
didn't
have
any
black
people
yet
to
put
in
them
The
blacks
were
brought
here
by
the
white
man
What
kind
of
shit
was
that?
The
rising
crime
rate
drove
my
people
off
the
land
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