Land Bass

by Shibastik

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Shabatwan 03:44
Sitting by the heat in a shabatwan… Dripping like the grease from a sagabon / Crumbling the sage for the past that’s gone… Praying for the rain in the Amazon // What you know about burning leaves? What you know about our worst enemies? / Ain’t even safe for the coral reefs… Plastic islands… The orca grieves // Clear the land for the cattle… Beef… Deliberate flames… That’s shallow… Thieves / Stealing the life from the stands of trees… We’re breathing the canopies // This is treason and anarchy… This is evil… It can not be / For the man’s greed it’s the land that bleeds… Black blood… A sign the wound’s bad and deep // Gotta bring that culture back… Gotta bring that culture back / Only one way to win this war… Get back to who we were before // Chop down the system… Blow up the dams / Save the children… Defend the land // Niskuk and a moose rack still on my back… So many just stuck on the modern path / Too many of us have been caught and trapped… In a system made to wipe us off the map // When we pray for the strength to stand… We don’t put together our hands… / We rise them up and we dance… Eyes wide shut in a trance… // Pow wow strut with a b-boy stance…. Facing the wind like a decoy… Bad / Style with a good intent… Sweet grass Burning while the world is turning mad // It’s been stabbed but my heart’s intact… It’s not broken… But dark and cracked / It’s been starving for what we had… We’ve been struck we must react // Gotta bring that culture back… Gotta bring that culture back / Only one way to win this war… Get back to who we were before // Chop down the system… Blow up the dams / Save the children… Defend the land // Chop down the system… Blow up the dams / Save the children… Defend the land // Chop down the system… Blow up the dams / Save the children… Defend the land // We are all oxygen users… And he’s killing all the producers / His industry causing these ruins… Barren from where the kapok to the spruce is // There’s medicine in the bear meat… Messages within your dream when the bear speaks / We should be out growing fruit and berries… And digging up truth they’ve buried… But the truth is scary // He doesn’t want us to know… He doesn’t want us to grow / He is dishonest… Addicted to profits… He poisons our body and soul // Praying for the people cause the man is Preying on the people like a mantis / All across the atlas… Everybody at risk… We all know the man is the real savage // Praying for the people cause the man is Preying on the people like a mantis / All across the atlas… Everybody at risk… We all know the man is the real savage // Sitting by the heat in a shabatwan… Dripping like the grease from a sagabon / Crumbling the sage for the past that’s gone… Praying for the rain in the Amazon //
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8 Lead slugs in the Remi with a bush machete… Out where the woods are heavy… I’m Steady with the semi / Better tell the cook get ready… I’m bringing back a Yeti… I’ve got his head in a sack and his body’s going sledding // My snow machine is heading straight into the storm and getting closer to the shore where the ice is open.. River coursing deadly / Hope it seems a hopeless means to cope with these types of hopeless scenes… But still it flows beneath like under frozen streams // As I’m Creeping through the willows… Sneaking up on the beast peeking in our windows… Pow… / Witnessed the wickedness and could only say “How?” If we only new then what we’re knowing right now // I’m a nomadic hunter… Don’t got a trap line… It’s vital to my survival… It’s not a pass time / I’m hunting no man’s land digging up land mines... I’m still at war with the culture killers who damn mine // We’re the ones that refuse to be docile… We speak truth and we make the Rez dogs howl / Big bon fire starters with some hot styles… They hear us and they know that we’re hostiles // Across rivers and through swamps… We’ve walked miles… Where hawks circle and ravenous Rez dogs growl / Big bon fire starters with some hot styles… They fear us cause they know that we’re hostiles // (Def-i verse) I still pray to Gitchi Manitou… The Great Spirit in all Nature… Understand I do / Not picture a white bearded old man… I’m too Traditional in my ways… They’re saying I should gaagaadoo (shut-up) // The food on my plate made me acoosoh (sick)… 5 needles a day… Sparatic tracks and holes / Got me feeling like Blade when he stabs his throat with the serum… Cause the syrup has no antidote // Vampires in lab coats counting cash and souls… “Where wolves” have roamed now the tractor rolls / Silver bullets made from melted artifacts they stole… Gold treasure turned to coins and sent back in boats // They’ve been cutting all the trees but the grass still grows.. So treaties that they wrote in blood can’t be broke / We’ll fight until we get back all that we’re owed... Our land, our home… And every single language spoke // Unforgiven past… I won’t give in… I’ll gas the moat… Light it up and let the castle smoke / Signalling the warriors have awoke and in the spirit of Wovoka it’s a good day to dance with ghosts //
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Hurt People 03:40
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Thunder Bay 03:53
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True MC 04:03
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Even though I know that you're already home… Those are more than just bones... So much more’s been exposed... The injustice that’s tortured our souls... We’re the ones who’ve been cold... Cause our ashes are what’s in their stoves… Smoke rose… Seed to rose… Rest in peace they believe we won’t… but (We will) You were too good for their graves... Your names too good to engrave... No phrase or words that could say what you’d mean to us all today... Still it’s for you that we pray... And we see you in the youth of today... Can’t imagine someone taking them away… Making them their slave and breaking them with hate... We’ll slam the gates on the pastors face cause YOU’RE the ones who’ll emancipate us Little souls sweet hands embrace us… You’re giving us our faith back... You’ve saved us Truth…. It hurt like booze in the wounds… Feeling cursed like our truth wasn’t truth… To the church our youth weren’t youth… We KNEW that they tried to bury the proof but the roots of the ancient spruce that they cut held you close like a blanket... Smell you in the flowers in the forest so fragrant... Our Tiger Lillies... So orange and radiant... Coming for justice… And it ain’t just us… We’ve got the whole world backing us Up… Little bones underground… But you’ve been looking down from above… So sick of all of these government bluffs… An apology is just not enough… The RCMP is a crutch for the Queen.. I’ve seen what benevolence does when it comes from a place that’s fake… No love… They preach it but what we feel’s hate… No trust... I was taught to give back what you take... No buts... No ifs or ands or maybes... Just what’s right... White lies they tell are still lies... Just dressed up nice in dis- guise… When the truth is darker than night skies... I look to where the moon light shines… On the highway I night drive… Never touching those white lines… It’s for you I Fight… Rise up everyday and I try… Coming for the land back… Yea we are… And we’ll start with the spots they buried our future… The properties of priests and nuns that abused yea… We lost you once but we’re Not going to loose you now… You’re memory’s going to be written down… We’ll find peace in knowing you’re found… In sweet release we'll cry out loud… So hurt and so Proud… So hurt and so proud... So even though we know that you’re home… Still going to find each bone… Truth’s going to be exposed… You’re story it’s going to told… Even though we know that you’re home… We still cry for your souls… Going to find… Going to find each bone… Won’t stop til we find each bone… Won’t stop til we find each bone…

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released April 7, 2020

Produced by Shibastik
Final Mastering by Sequenced In Sound

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Shibastik Thunder Bay, Ontario

Legendary James Bay (Mushkegowuk) Cree emcee, producer, artist and workshop facilitator. Creator of the Healing Through Hip Hop Workshop, Land Bass Healing Tour and the Rez Rock. An experienced traditional hunter and an accomplished basketball player, Shibastik grew up in the isolated northern communities of Moosonee and Moose Factory on the Moose River. Two time captain of Team Ontario at NAIG. ... more

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