Wadda Mooli -- Maiem we the warriors, yep With a spear and a whap we was destined to rep Before time -- to my very last breath 'The blood of the warrior beats in my chest' My spear is my knowledge, tip to drive through From my ancestors passed down to me and you We the warriors -- yep, got spirit within Pride in my people -- colour of my skin Genocide, rations, Centrelink, jail Stood up in court and shown how you fail I am the lost warrior, father, man Once held a spear, replaced by a tin can Bound by tradition I'm that man on a mission I'm a listen to the rhythm of my ancestor's vision My ambition, the warrior, born and bred In the name of my children I'm a use my head

Beautiful - welcome to Cairns - the tropical gateway to North Queensland Beautiful - you can take it from me Summer heat, palm trees, beach, reef and Daintree. Beautiful - and it sounds so sweet, - tweet of lorikeet, bare feet on Murri St A three-day trip can turn in to three weeks -- Sunshine, blue sea, tight rhymes & dope beats. It wasn't always easy It wasn't always paradise My old people fought hard for land rights There wasn't any opportunity - freedom for my community Old people treated brutally - nothing you can do can break our spirit. We build to last So stomp with me Sand beneath my feet Now hear my people speak Dance to the rhythm of your heartbeat It took little a bit of time from arrival To get our non-white history even taught up in high school. Once lookin' down the sights of a rifle Now, celebrating our culture and survival Haters - like spiteful. I - break cycles, Why? This attitude has gotta change. It's not about black and white, or about stereotypes Just people being treated the same. Check it out we on track -- we ready to attack it. Break the cycle like you break a bad habit If you ever get an opportunity you gotta grab it Coz our great grandfather never, ever had it I can tell ya bro -- If you don't know where you been... I can tell ya sis -- If you missed out on your dreams... I can tell you that the spirit is strong, and if you know the song -- Then you can sing along with me. We build to last So stomp with me Sand beneath my feet Now hear my people speak Dance to the rhythm of your heartbeat

Kaiwalawgal -- (Inner Islanders) Maluilgal - (Near Western Islanders) Guda Maluiglgal -- (Top Western Islanders) Kulkalgal - (Central Islanders) Kemer Kemer Meriam - (Eastern Islanders) Wiswei my Pamle, where yupla gor? (How are you my families, where are you going?) Where the tagai (star constellation) shine, and the sager (southeast trade winds) blow, White sand, blue sea where the wongai grow This TI, Tagai Buway, OH! North, South, East, West We representing the Zenadh Kes (Torres Strait) Island dress - bu shell (traditional instrument) come. Warup (traditional drum) - kap kar (traditional dance) Pite the thrum! (beat the bamboo drum) Kaka nali Kari ker kerem- (I am the future) Ngay wagelaw goeygapa- (I am the future) Kaka nali Kari ker kerem- (I am the future) Ngalpa wagel goeygayka - (we are the future) Zuzi's (grass skirt) to skinnies -- canoes to dinghies Dharis (head dress) to snap-backs -- Maka mak (dance marker) to Air Jordies Turtle to Big Mac -- dugong to snack pack Kapkar, warup, kulap (seed rattle) to rap track. Dress code, language, diet changed. Pride in yumi (our) culture remains. Four winds at my back, my plans are made - Warrior blood flowing in my veins Bipor Taim (in the past) peeps got ruled by the man Ration system, no pride, no land Slap to the face my people of the Straits Never even got a chance to dice they own place Don't just mark time (dance in one spot) - it's time to move on One voice. Create a new song Bigger than King Kong it's island rap. I am the future -- best believe that! Kaka nali Kari ker kerem- (I am the future) Ngay wagelaw goeygapa- (I am the future) Kaka nali Kari ker kerem- (I am the future) Ngalpa wagel goeygayka - (we are the future)

LYRICS We stand at the first light - feet feel sand Paint on my skin, spear in my right hand Written in the stars since time began When warru (turtle) vs warrior – boy become man Understand- my heart beat in my chest No father following, fight to the death Strength in the knowledge that’s mine to protect Deep breath young bala (brother) rise to the test He stands at the school gate – Backpack heavy Palms sweaty, knees jelly, butterflies in his belly Bala born ready (huh) Life testing me - just ahead of me Lies my destiny Letting you know that you never alone Ancestors protecting you, watching you grow Star light shine, tagai taking you home The brotherhood telling you – reap what you sow Follow your path Follow your road Stars in the night sky take me home (Whoa) Tagai take me home. Stands in the real world, breeze at his back Keys to the kingdom stashed in his backpack Map like a chart that you read after dark Telling you – follow you path – follow your heart From the start it was hard - we were born to dream To be seen – to achieve, yep – born to believe From a seed to a tree growing deep in the scrub Boy become man who was born to love Stands with his boy on the beach in the wind In the same place where the first journey begins (huh) sing to my son. Speak to the spirits in my native tongue. (Whoa) to the beat of the drum The journey’s just begun Follow your path Follow your road Stars in the night sky take me home (Whoa) Tagai take me home.

Well you don’t have to be a copper or black tracker to see that Unstoppable – droppin’ on the top of the drum track Jump like ya sat on a thumbtack – WHAT? It’s the Colli Crew come back - been there, seen and done that. Rugrats - wiser and older Night gets colder - boy turn to soldier Life behind the eye of the beholder Copped the cold shoulder, roll on like a boulder Just like I told ya - break the chain The Colli Crew back, come Change the Game Haters gunna hate – Jealous gunna blame Attacking from the back will turn a rapper to a renegade. Let ‘em say what they gunna say Colli Crew any day - Is it a bird or is it a plane? Fact is - ain’t much changed Colli Crew pump like blood in my veins Gotta stand strong for my people Gunna rap till they make it illegal Gotta say my piece, gotta chase my dream Look – Colli Crew back on the sequel I’m about 5 foot 2 Gamilaraay boy, black from my cap to my shoe Back rappin’ on the mic for you Stat. Cuz - how do you do? Flash, fresh. How bout you? Colli Crew what? I’m eighteen and my dream - is to spit from the cliff top Colli hip-hop got it zip locked - gone through the gift shop Me and my brother from another mother will lift off. Wait. Did y’all think I forgot? I got dissed because I rapped and tried to be something I’m not. The colour of my skin is how they used to get their win They be like “oh he’s light how bout we just pick on him.” Let it begin - I’m a fair skin brother Yeh my old man’s white - I had a black grandmother Got a handful, a mad crew of bad black brothers We stand alone, but got strength in numbers I been doing it tough. Bruz. Yup. Head down, eyes red - by my mother’s bed A Murri understand life and death Because they ain’t coming back once they put to rest. But what’s next? I promised my mum I’d never stop So I ain’t gunna stop - until I’m sitting at the very top Calling shots. Representing my mob. Head down, fist up. Gamilaraay. Full Stop. Gotta stand strong for my people Gunna rap till they make it illegal Gotta say my piece, gotta chase my dream Look – Colli Crew back on the sequel

Its true been here for a long time My crew got a mad new song line Truth is that back in the day My culture quickly stripped away My aunty was a prisoner on her own land Life in a tin shack ruled by the white man Used like an old rag with a dog tag Goin’ mad got banned just for being who I am Gee sad - Like ration week Banned from the café -- nothing to eat Banned from the cinema, banned from the pool Banned from the bus gotta walk to school Coz it's a new age in the Bronx Chased by the cops - followed in the shops Yaandi and grog - when's it gunna stop? From the bottom had to battle to the top Power to the black hip-hop Yalmanbirra - Teach Yindyamarra - Respect Winhangarra -Think, listen, hear, learn, respect Walmanbiya Been here since the first sunrise Dreaming dancing dust at first light Pride in my people pride in my clan Yamma Dummarung (welcome) cuz - sacred land Check it out people, back on the track now Never back down we adapt to the background Mad black sound. BREAK Yalmanbirra - Teach Yindyamarra - Respect Winhangarra - Think, listen, hear, learn, respect Walmanbiya

The deep red sun sets here in the west Over the spinifex - roots of the spinifex Walk through the saltbush - carve desert oak The spirit of my country speaks through the fire smoke. No spear, no more, shoot a rabbit with a gun. Turkey take flight, hunter run, run, run. Ngalya pitja kukaku (Come here for meat) Come, come, come. Tjungu ngalkuni, (Eating together) Family, desert sun. Oh, oh, oh, we’re the Pitjantjatjara people Oh, oh, oh Anangu people Oh, oh, oh kalaya tjukurpa (Emu Story) Oh, oh, oh, now our spirit’s still strong Ngalya – kuwarripa - warripuwa - inma inka (Come quickly for singing and dancing) Cheeky papa (dog) chasing us Payapaya ngalya pakani (Chase the dogs away and get up) We the Pitjantjatjara people - people of the Spinifex We the best - in the west - tjukurpa (story) beat in my chest. Good morning, I woke up today - quarter past 8, little bit late Hungry! Missed the mai (food) - rumbling tummy to start the day! School starts - time to read Time to write - time to learn Respect to earn - things to know Plants to grow - places to go We love life - this life we live Plenty to give - plenty of fun. Plenty of sun - space to run. Karingki tjuta (everyone’s mad) everyone. Come! Check it out - Pitjantjatjara hip-hop. For all my family - my grandmother and my pop Walk like an emu – dance like an expert Sing my song, by the campfire in the red dirt. Kulila kalaya tjukurpa wilurara Ilkurlka. (Listen to the emu story west of Ilkurlka) Pitjantjatjara Anangu - ninti pulka. (Pitjantjatjara people - smart and strong) Oh, oh, oh, we’re the Pitjantjatjara people Oh, oh, oh Anangu people Oh, oh, oh Kalaya Tjukurpa (Emu Story) Oh, oh, oh, now our spirit’s still strong

We wrote you a rhyme about way before time When Gelam created my island. He sailed the seas on a strong sager breeze and created a song out of silence Two islands combined - this island of mine A paradise lost in the sea. Malo created the lore and the clans and the totem that belongs to me The creatures that fly - the birds in the sky The fishes that dive on the reef My people - my blood - this island - I love My spirit - my soul - my belief Warrior nation zogo le (warrior) defend Respect the Meriam clans. Understand? Tag Maukie Maukie (Hands shall not touch another man’s land) Teter Maukie Maukie (Feet shall not touch another man’s land) (Hooh!) Small island, big fight! (yeh) Small island, big fight! (yeh) My spirit – my soul My island – my fight My land – my right Small island, big fight! (yeh) Small island, big fight! (yeh) Since beginning begun - my roots, my clan My straight up - island way The warriors fought on the sand, in the sun and I speak recognition today 1981 - a Meriam man lodged a claim to say Mabo and others and sisters and brothers and mothers would ignite the flame The flame would burn, the world would learn, You can’t take my island away Tag Maukie Maukie (Hands shall not touch another man’s land) Teter, Maukie Maukie (Feet shall not touch another man’s land) The spirits protecting his grave We dream to succeed, achieve, believe! The futures right in front of me Now is the time for my island to shine A paradise lost in the sea From person to person for ages to come - From Koiki my legacy be My island, my dream The future is you and it’s me Small island, big fight! (yeh) Small island, big fight! (yeh) My spirit – my soul My island – my fight My land – my right Small island, big fight! (yeh) Small island, big fight! (yeh)

This is for the Gingie, The Namoi, the Up-Town Mob Warriors, worm eaters and the water dogs This for the young fullas, the mud runners My sisters, my brothers – the young mothers Yaama (welcome) cuz, welcome to Walgett - The Gate Where the Barwon meet the Namoi - Northwest of the state Appreciate. We all over the track Kamileroi - black land, bringin’ it back Yulagi Yugul (song & dance) in the sand hill Spirit make a man stand still - shape my life like an anvil Black land still - bawal and dhagan Back from the dreaming to a hip-hop yarn We’re movin, lookin for change We’re young, back and proud and we’re still in the game Get movin - we’re our own worst enemy Stompin up the sand on Kamileroi territory Minya! (what’s that) Who’s that fella ridin’ up the track His name is Thomas Mitchell and his skin ain’t black That’s a fact - black people rounded up around the nation Stolen generation to Angledool Station Facin’. Something called segregation Invasion, racism for a whole generation My ‘lation - Charlie Perkins on the bus Riding for freedom said, “enough is enough” We’re movin, lookin for change We’re young, back and proud and we’re still in the game Get movin - we’re our own worst enemy Stompin up the sand on Kamileroi territory

I’d like to welcome you to Mully in the wild mid west Mully wha? Mullewa - Mullewa! Yes! Wanna hear my story? Be my guest. My black brothers comin’ up next Check check Well it’s hard to accept what happened in the past. From the bush to the Common it was hard from the start Not allowed in town after dark. Not allowed in the shops, or the pool or the bar. It was written in the stars, it was written in the sand It was written on the wall, it was written by hand – by the black man! This is our culture, this is our land Gotta listen if you wanna understand. It’s a new generation, it’s a new day. Aye! If you work then you gotta get paid No more slaves, coz we’re living two ways White fella, black fella should be treated the same. Mullewa – doesn’t matter who you are (aye) Doesn’t matter who you are Mullewa – doesn’t matter who you are (aye) Gotta reach up for the stars. Mullewa – doesn’t matter who you are (aye) Doesn’t matter who you are Gotta be up for the task, gotta learn from the past Be proud of who you are. Gotta get down on the track - put Mully on the map Proud of my culture, we bringin’ it back Sing it out loud, proud and black Gunna rap it out – Mullewa’s where it’s at Gotta be strong, getting ready for the game. Gotta be proud, no time to be shame This is life in the fast lane – getting ready for the rain. No pain, no gain Mullewa – doesn’t matter who you are (aye) Doesn’t matter who you are Mullewa – doesn’t matter who you are (aye) Gotta reach up for the stars. Mullewa – doesn’t matter who you are (aye) Doesn’t matter who you are Gotta be up for the task, gotta learn from the past Be proud of who you are.

Let’s take a ride way back in time To ‘The Gate’ in 1965 My Kamileroi people lived a life In the shadow of cultural genocide No pride, no rights like a living hell Black warriors banned from the RSL Flora and fauna, break the spell Walgett mob got truth to tell Freedom fighters - freedom riders White students stood beside us Despite those laws that tried to divide us Still one people - blood unite us Past behind us - future ahead But we never be forgetting about the bloodshed bred Raise ya hands, shake a leg, One mob, one people. Nod your head. Time’s right now to stand up and be counted Black fella, white fella, gunna get it together to do better Can you hear this listen when we shout it Black fella white fella. Blue, white, red, black and yella. Yo - Time passed, not much has changed In some ways things stayed the same Still have a hard time playin’ the game Still get held back by fear and shame Kids having kids, think school’s a joke No education, no job, no hope Rope gets tighter - gap gets wider Time to release that spirit inside ya Anyone can talk the talk It takes courage to walk the walk Coz this is a new age and the main attraction Close that gap, cause chain reaction Shoulder to shoulder, black and white See through the darkness, shine the light Takes understanding, knowledge and insight If you’re with me, bounce on the track tonight Time’s right now to stand up and be counted Black fella, white fella, gunna get it together to do better Can you hear this listen when we shout it Black fella, white fella. Blue, white, red, black and yella