Indigenous Inferior (Punching Down, Way Down)--DRAFT 3

Let's workshop this anti-Native-American rap (spoken from the perspective of a bad-guy, not my own proper voice). It will help promote C-Ride's instrumental album. (Kick-snare markings are included.)

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Indigenous Inferior (Punching Down, Way Down)

You think a fuckin crow started this shit? You think man grew from the ground like corn? Get the fuck outta here.

Verse 1

I’m (b)done with seeing you scum, drunk bums (b)greyhound bus slumped. Ughk. (b)Throats of the “first Na(b)tions” ^should’ve been wrung in^stead of lifted out of the dung. (b)Teaching your young something (b)less dumb than that (b)ah wah wah wah tongue. ^Instructin em, ^as if an injun could ^handle mathe(b)matical sums? <swing> Native flame snuffed (b)would’ve being just. Ex(b)termination (b)would’ve been fun. (b)redskins totem strung, roped up in (b)Seahawk sun punched the fuck up. (b)Bodies flung, glutted graves ^sunk in (b)rain-dance mud. Out(b)done by the European number ones. Reser(b)vations?! You (b)lucky fucks! You should be (b)paying us for ^showing up with (b)Jesus love. Vermin, bugs—^should’ve killed (b)all your sons playing (b)infant punt, daughters plucked ^for a little (b)sumpin sump. Burning^ huts (b)on the hunt for Wampa(b)noag runts who can’t help but suck, <swing> [emphasize each word before em dahs] corn-husk dolls clutched—like they (b)teasing us. Poca-^hyne sluts ^too much in a rush for white nut. They ^jump to spread them ^buns. (b)yuck. ^jungle musk, ^monkey funk—^straight sprung. ^Liking it rough as ^one can tell just by the grunts. (B)lust for that white (b)spunk ^stuffed all (b)up in them ^guts (b)crushed like ^porn hub. Trust: after (b)white erupts there be (b)knife thrusts—no front. ^Spit in disgust. ^Who the fuck would want some ^mongrel mutt? <(swallow) staccato> (b)Christian cum, Ho(b)pi blood, ^in the (b)pueblo dust. (b)Never enough Yakama chunks in the (b)salmon run. (b)Blanket crust, small pox(b) puss—straight (b)punked. That’s (b)why I love true-crime stuff. Sky (b) Foot and Dan^cing Drum, Bear ^Claw and Ro(b)lling Plum, Snake (b)Dance and Chicken Cluck—tribal ^bitches (b)all on drugs great (b)to abduct. (b)Hushed and touched. (b)Pussies munched. Cam(b)corder smut. (b)<syncopation> Cut in hunks,^ stu(b)ffed in trunks bagged (b)up and dumped. It’s a (b)must to hose out the (b)bed of the truck. <staccato> (b)Firepit clothes com(b)bust. Tur^quoise rings (b)in a rut. Watching (b)Kendall Rae, ^yup, (b)puffin a blunt I be like “What!? Yo, (b)that what’s up!” <staccato> (b)Kill them in-di-gen-ous (b)cunts!

Chorus

East to west, the best conquering the rest.
Let’s face it: indigenous inferior. 
Look what’s left: wrecked drunks depressed 
Let’s face it: indigenous inferior. 
White man’s quest: blessed fate manifest 
Let’s face it: indigenous inferior. 
Indigenous inferior

Verse 2

(B)Boarding school graves cuz they can’t behave, brains on the chase like apes (b)not on the page. (b) Boys with braids like gays, heads^ shaved—(B)lice eggs. Not (b)Abel but Cain. A (b)race depraved unable face that ^Jesus reigns and its ^time to bathe. Trail of (b)Tears Yay! (b)Rocks aimed dome(b)piece—bang. You (b)fucking stank! (b)Tes-ti-cle ^yank, then (b)chop off wangs. Hu(b)miliate, like children spanked. <swing>(b)Wigwams and tepees ablaze. ^Celebrate decayed demons dis(b)placed. Shock(b)wave to today. (b)I’m amazed, wi(b)fi at ^civi(b)lized cafés. E(b)rased ^native paths paved ^as the flag waves: ^red white blue brave. I’m en(b)raged ^at their lack of thanks. (b)Spit at what we gave?! ^Forks and plates, ^horses and planes, ^guns and sugar cane, ^laws to arbitrate ^land claims, re^placed the sticks and clay ^that could never make ^a strong to place to stay, pathetic half-^sank canoes on the bank under (b)ships of rank, me(b)dicinal aid, ba(b)llet, ^non-bone blades, ^Metal arrows (not ^stone-aged), ^paint that doesn’t look ^made by someone eight. (b)minds much more awake than those with mouths a(b)gape—^like automata what’s behind is (b)blank, which is why its (b)okay when their ^tied to planks and baked at stakes. Chero(b)kee owned ^black slaves, then complain (b)“white man is to blame (stock chief voice—drawn out).” (b)Give me a break! They’re an (b)ethnic bane. (b)Mad depraved before the real man came, (b)lighting the way: his crusade to save (or at least to put a ^dent in their (b)scalp trade). (swing>)(b) Ritual torture in (b)Mohawk caves. Ca(b)manche going out on (b)psycho raids. (b)Rival tribe women (b) Sioux would rape and yet <fast> (b)everyday they play that fucking (b)innocent game. Ana(b)sazi like to ^fake like they aint “engage” human remains, but (b)archeologists know (b)what they ate. (b)Cannibalism right from the zoo ^cage. (b) Mere superstitious haze can’t ex^plain their (b)fucked up brains. (b)Case after case conveys: it was ^right to e(b)radicate ^such disgrace. When they (b)cant hang—get a load of this—(swing)^Inuit (b)moms run a^way leaving (b)infants for days on (b)ice drifts a^fraid: their (b)gamey taste polar (b)bears crave. But at (b)least that’s ^an escape (b)for the pain. Cunt basket case. Sadistic in^sane. Why couldn’t ^they first drain its veins, (B)something mo^re humane? Nah, them ^bitches leave it awake—the in(b)evitable delayed, (b) husbands now got a (b)milk bank. <swing> And so (b)we pray in hopes that Christ for^gave. They (b)better give thanks—other(b)wise a date in New Testament ^fire lakes. ^Yet what do they embrace? <jazzy fast>The (b)answer would be easy in cha(b)rades: ^cliche liquid chains. Space (b)Bag Caber^net. <staccato> No wonder so ^much liquor’s (b)named after ^these social (b)weights: ^Mohawk Vodka to ^Buffalo Trace. 

Chorus

East to west, the best conquering the rest.
Let’s face it: indigenous inferior. 
Look what’s left: wrecked drunks depressed 
Let’s face it: indigenous inferior. 
White man’s quest: blessed fate manifest 
Let’s face it: indigenous inferior. 

Bridge

Mohican motherfuckers you deserve to die
Apache motherfuckers you deserve to die
Lakota motherfuckers you deserve to die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive

Shoshone motherfuckers you deserve to die
Lanape motherfuckers you deserve to die
Abenaki motherfuckers you deserve to die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive

Verse 3 (Talk style)

(b)Violence is real common among these ^goblins, (b)too damn long its been a (b)problem. (b)Crazy Horse, Red Cloud, make me vomit if I’m being ^honest. And yet ^to these sons of bitches we pay (b)homage. A ^Native week: Poughkeepsie Phil(b)harmonic! A Native Month, I ^don’t want it. Sitting ^Bull Geronimo ^Metacomet tools ^of the most (b)rotten with ^redskin optics ^Satan, not (b) God sent. (b)Why can’t they have regular names like ^Thomas? (b)Black Hawk ^Mangas Colo(b)radas should be for(b)gotten if ^not then picking our ^cotton. Os^ceola (b)worse than Mo^hammad, Be-elz-ebub’s ac(b)complice. ^Rapists, dishonest, ^toxic human embr^yonics, (b)steady breaking their promise. ^Is it even worth the comment? Pont^iac tomahawk robbin nuns (b)from the convent, choppin women in bon(b)nets pic^nicking in (b)pollen, ^leaving em (b)floppin. But when the (b)white mans around they (b) wont pop shit. So (b)when I see infants of (b)almond ^I feel like poppin heads off like (b)swannecks. (b)Buffy Sainte-Marie no more to me than a (b)pocket, ^like a Jamaican I’m ‘pon it. trilling that voice cuz I’m (b)solid leaving a (b)throat deposit. And while I’m ^on it, (b)fuck Pete Seeger for (b)corresponding with this wallet-thieving (b)harlot—^voice of bullshit des^pondence like her Cree people: (b)squalid. (b)Payback—casino lands (b)bomb it, ^something atomic. Where’s (b)God when we ^need a comet, another plague bu(b)bonic? Where’s our modern-day ^Stalin—John Wayne wilin—to (b)stop this? Let’s (b)pray some ^“Vut Iz Zis?” Teu(b)tonic leader will drop in with ^concen-tration camp ^options. (b)Teepee creepers fried like (b)omelets. (b)Squaws getting ^flipped like (b)omelets like ^peace pipe (b)swappage ^cum sopping from that ^cockin, (b)no tapping no (b)stoppage. (b)Shakespeare writing sonnets—mean^while split screen syn^chronic: the godless ^out there be-ing de^monic, not (b)washin, drinking (b)mumbo-jumbo tonics, making up (b)nonsense: like how (b)humans sprouted from corn and other ^dumb concepts—^silly content don’t deserve re(b)sponses. (b)White man going super(b)sonic in rockets, (b)mastering ^aeronautics, ^making sound stereo^phonic in (b)cars carbonic, (b)understanding plate tectonics and ^astral sym(b)phonics. And yet (b)natives stay ^downtrodden barely helped by Hooked on Phonics—mne(b)monics like ^Please-Excuse-My-Dear-Aunt-^Sally not (b)even working in (b)college. They like to talk about proto Guate^malans: (b)pyramids, Mayan (b)architect^tonics. (b)Stop it. ^That’s like how bees build hives: blind (b) anima^tronics. Com^pared to skyscrapers anyways they’re (b)comic. I get (b)foot rubs by those monosyll^abic Ba(b)hamans a^gainst which the (b)prophet—^Col-umbus—(b)plotted, ^watching them (b)fumble with ^white elec(b)tronics for ^Instagram hedonics: (b)dumbness in^carnate. Fuckign motherfuckers

Chorus

East to west, the best conquering the rest.
Let’s face it: indigenous inferior. 
Look what’s left: wrecked drunks depressed 
Let’s face it: indigenous inferior. 
White man’s quest: blessed fate manifest 
Let’s face it: indigenous inferior. 
Indigenous inferior

Outro talk 

<sing> Redskin brain dead little to commend. Ask yourself this: Would they have invented the contact lens. <talk> And don’t buy that peaceful Injun BS, Noble Savage my ass! Pawnee sacrifice children like Aztecs. Wagon burners are not our friends. Never forget. They made their bed. Ethnic cleanse, the only way to make amends. Put it to an end if we had fucking any sense.—Dead like the Arawaks, bitch. Take the motherfucking blankets bitch. Mahfucker gone be dead in a week. Immune systems weak like your motherfucking cultures. Yo, I always wanted to know something. Whys everything “How” with you motherfuckers: How How How—Looking like beef jerk and shit. 

Fuck Tecumseh and the whole Shawnee 
Fuck Cochise and the whole Apache
Fuck Ten Bears and the whole Comanche
Fuck Sequoya and the whole Cherokee 

Move out the way yo, move out the way yo—Sitting Bull just got shot

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