Briggs - Call 'Em Out lyrics

[Sample: John Barton] I wonder if you'd believe this as a solution to the "Aboriginal problem"? Herd the worst of the Aborigines into one area, then put a chemical in their water that sent them sterile. In time, there'd be none of them left. Well, that solution has been put forward by none other than one of the premier's closest friends, West Australian mining magnate, Lang Hanco*k [Verse 1: Trials] Yeah my trust in the police died in custody (pow) Hand cuffed and stuffed inside some f**ery Double knees to keep my breathing shallow as my grave is On my best behaviours, till we end up leaking on the pavements (why) Best believe its racist if we both walk in the same shop tomorrow (tomorrow) And only one gets followed by the same cop The only difference is our pigment, at least' that's what the pig meant They wanna put us all back in the pig pen But not all are, still thinking we fauna, this real life Hit 'em with that 1-2, tamir rice Clear signs nothings getting better and they ain't gonna let up Till we get that gut full and fed up (we starving) That's when they told me looking out for justice was outdated Deal with it and trust the judges (what the f**?) Newsflash motherf**er, I don't respect ya (hell no) Ignoring it is easy when it won't even effect ya [Hook: Trials & Briggs] I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out I said I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out I said I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out I call 'em out, and then I sort 'em out quick Hey Briggs, you called 'em out? Hell yeah, I called 'em out We did another lap and gave them something else to talk about We called 'em out, what what, we called 'em out We called 'em out, and then we sort 'em out quick b**h - and then we sort 'em out quick They [?] beef and we sort 'em out Then we sort 'em out quick And then we sort 'em out quick [Sample: Lang Hanco*k] The ones that are no good to themselves, can't accept things, the half-castes—and this is where most of the trouble comes—I would dope the water up so that they were sterile and would breed themselves out in future and that would solve the problem [Verse 2: Guilty Simpson] Yeah skin of onyx, manatronix Sippin' gin and tonic and hittin' chronic, I spit ebonics f** the system, I heard they buildin' up another prison - right outside the subdivision Officer friendly swallowing Henny, intoxicated off power following any Vehicle occupied with people of colour, so I'm keepin' my brother The powers against me, Mama convinced me There's good in everybody and everybody was good, when they used lynch me And drench me, I'm speaking for victims Many don't have a voice shuffled in the system so we share the wisdom Speaking of lives lost, they k**ing our kind and barely getting' time off They said we really shouldn't talk about I say the opposite and call 'em out [Hook: Guilty Simpson & Trials] Yeah yeah, I call 'em out I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out I said I call 'em out, what what, I call 'em out I call 'em out, and then I sort 'em out quick [Sample: Town Major] The do-gooders came along and they—these beurocrats and the rest of them who would write great thesis on things down south... and they decided that they better go and civilise these savages of ours, so they brought 'em into the towns [Verse 3: Briggs] Third cla** citizen, never got rid of 'em Locked in the system, no presumption of innocence I keep the mindstate militant I keep watch on my brothers because my states k**in 'em I keep my whips inconspicuous 'Cause these pigs give a f** what you in 'Cause what you drive may be where you die If you pull over you mightn't pull out alive Raisin' my hands, drawn a line in the sand So there's no excuse for a gun and a badge To let anything fly, if anyone dies Make sure every cop shop in the city fries It's easier to k** us than sk** us What good's a gorilla in a world of vanilla Other rappers ain't finna to talk about (f** Boys) f** that, I say the opposite and call 'em out [Sample: Spokesman for the Queensland Graziers] Now I wouldn't mind Philip, if it was just the black—the true Aborigine—but there are so many hybrides, and they're nearly white, and this is where it hurts me