Disposition from Reparations by Naakz

Thinking in a float tank
Double clutch
The spine ripped out the workers back
Hold ur grudge
Use it as a stick shift
industrial machine
all covered in gleam
Coils or bolts the insides,
Maybe spleen
Bro where’s ur job
G chill
He’s fourteen
Not everybody had house when they were they were only 20
Tip over the piggy bank
Look
Empty

My disposition inherent
Only speak facts
Why’s everybody staring?
Back aches,
knees bent
head down
Glaring
Look up at the sky
No stars
Only ceiling

Concrete jungle
Only taniwha survive
Heading back to the future
marty mcfly
Chilling on a hoverboard
Looking down at my enemies
Make u do the moonwalk

BABY BABY, PLEASE

Don’t condemn the facts you don’t know
Do the same job until ur a pro
Climb the ladder
Get there blow-by-blow
Tell me
Cest vrai or cest faux?
Tika or te kao?
Baked like parāoa
Lessons taught from my father
Mahi first
Treats after

Shaman eating ayahuasca
Don’t approach me,
you don’t know me proper
From the land down below,
ain’t for sale ain’t on offer
You a can of worms,
under dirt
I’ll Squash ya
Tall flying high
Don’t u wish u could be me
Legs are planted in my whenua
pōhutukawa tree
pay for your hangi?
man I get my shit for free
Ain’t skux
Ain’t hard
U ain’t even got the steeze

(pre-chorus + chorus)

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Indigenous Peoples
• abstract hip-hop
• conscious hip-hop
• experimental hip-hop
• maori
• Wellington