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All the murries, all the kooris
All the goories, can you hear me?
All the nyoongahs, all the nungas
All the bama, can you hear us
All the wongii, all the yamagees
All the murridees, can you handle these
To the Torres Strait, and the Palewa
To the Anangu, to the Yolngu
I'm a souped up Goori
With the long brown dreds
Who'll be pouding out the rhymes
And shakin' my legs
I represent minorities
Copping it hard
Rattling my tongue with
full disregard
When you hear this goori rattle
You'll say which way
This brother too deadly
Got a lot to say
He be smashing down barriers
With his hard core pumps
Not caring who be listening
Don't give a fuck
When you see me on the street
You can talk to me
I won't lift my nose
If you don't stalkin me
Jam it up losers
Who be talking shite
That's how i bin brought up
Full of might
Don't let my cool demeanour
Give you confidence
Cos only God almighty
Save you from my violence
This young black watty
Who's still standing tall
Not backing down from no one
Not even our law
REPEAT Who the fuck am I
Where you think I'm from
Well take a look at this land
It's where I belong
Rappin' anything i want
Putting it in our songs
Cos this culture in my veins
Has got me feeling so strong
Feel I can walk on water
Straight thru a fence
When I slap on my ochre
And begin to dance
You best shut your mouth
Pay full respects
Cos this is my time
Watch me represent
I ain't singing the blues
I'm just bringing the news
Talking aboriginal issues the whole way through
Getting stuff off my chest
I don't need no rest
Cos us Abo folk still know we're the best
I show full respect to all my elders
Respect we're taught, that's the thing that gels us
See I'm passing out a message
That's crystal clear
To all the young proud mob
Don't show no fear.
REPEAT BREAKDOWN
Koori-lah weeyahleen, Koori-lah kaybaleen Kutti-bahlee yarnteen,
Koori-lah weeyahleen, Koori-lah kaybaleen Kutti-bahlee
yarnteen.
(Repeat twice)
I'm the black fella from the Kubbi-Kubbi
Say family roots from the island south seas
You can track me down from my family trees
French and German you can add to these
I was black at school when it was not cool
Said the colour of my skin made me a fool
I was in a rap when you thought it was crap
All good now so you wanna be black
I don't really care if you're white or black
Or any person discrimination's at
If you're man or fake or just plain slack
I'll wipe you off with the sweat of my crack
Step up to me and I will step back
Make some space when your brain goes crack
When I fight with my mind
Your body is behind
I'm the first in line when it comes to being kind.
REPEAT .

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