A.B. Original, Guilty Simpson - Call 'Em Out lyrics

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 Hancock

Yeah, my trust in the police died in custody
(Pow)
Hand cuffed and stuffed inside some fuckery
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 it's racist if we both
Walk in the same shop tomorrow (Tomorrow)
And only one gets followed by the same cop
(Come here, son)
The only difference is our pigment
(What's that?)
At least, that's what the pig meant
(What's that?)
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 one-two: Tamir Rice
Clear signs nothing's 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Out for justice was outdated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 fuck?)
Newsflash, motherfucker, I don't respect ya
(Hell no) ignoring that is easy when it
Won't even effect ya

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 'em
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
Bitch, and then we sort 'em out quick
They want beef, then we sort 'em out
Then we sort 'em out quick
And then we sort 'em out quick

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

Yeah, skin of onyx, Mantronix
Sippin' gin and tonic, and hittin' chronic
I spit ebonics, fuck 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
E'rybody was good
When they used to 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 killing our kind
And barely getting time off
They said we really shouldn't talk about
I say the opposite and call 'em out

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

The do-gooders came along and they
These bureaucrats and the rest
Of them who would
Write great theses on things down South
And they decided that they better go
And civilise these savages of ours
So they brought 'em into the towns

Third class citizen, never got rid of 'em
Locked in the system
No presumption of innocence
I keep the mind state militant
I keep watch on my brothers
'cause my state's killin 'em
I keep my whips inconspicuous
'Cause these pigs give a fuck 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 kill us than skill us
What good's a gorilla in a world of vanilla?
Other rappers ain't finna, nah, to talk about
(Fuck boys) fuck that
I say the opposite and call 'em out

Now I wouldn't mind, Philip
If it was just the blacks
The true Aborigines
But there are so many hybrids
And they are nearly white
And this is where it hurts me