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 //