Call 'Em Out

[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 Hancock

[Verse 1: Trials]

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That's when they told me looking out for justice was outdated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

[Chorus: 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 '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

[Sample: Lang Hancock]

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, 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

[Chorus: 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 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

[Verse 3: Briggs]

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

[Sample: Spokesman for the Queensland Graziers]

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