Land Bass

Underground Flow

Wild Life

The Braid Remains

They put the real ones in muzzles while the fake take our bundles… 
Talking way too loud… We make em bounce like bustles / 
What do they know about the Moosonee struggle? 
Moose Factory hustle or this moose meat muscle? // 
It takes thousands of pulls on cold skidoos… 
Hundreds of miles through the bush in snowshoes / 
Tons of piles of wood spilt... Cords of spruce… 
Many hours stuck in the slush with soaked boots // 
Patching holes on a canoe in a hail storm… 
Calling moose and spending 4 days waiting for him / 
Praying for him... When he comes straight aiming for him... 
Sharpening my blade for him... Red rain pouring // 
Blood stains on my mitts… It remains on em… 
Grip mics with them… Spit like I’m flame throwing / 
It’s a cold world… They’re numb… They want our brains frozen… 
But I will not succumb and be a slave for em // 
Nothing made foreign… We’re all local… 
No quiet Natives where I’m from… We’re all vocal / 
Big rapids up ahead… Think I’m shooting em… 
Sometimes you gotta just do it… (Just do it den) // 

Just do it den… Make em say doodum… 
Do it for your dootemn… Where you from? 
Do it for the land and do it for the fam… 
Do it cause you can even though they said you can’t // 
Just do it den… Make em say doodum… 
Make em say doodum… 
Just do it den 
“” “” 

Bear clan Moose Cree with the spirit of a 
lynx… I will share what I’ve seen… I don’t care what they / 
think… I don’t care what they preach and I am never going to 
Sink… Down to their level… They trap you like a // 
mink… They’re wearing our fur… They’ve stretched us to the 
brink… Skin torn from our flesh… Infected with the / 
Stink… It doesn’t smell the same… We call you out 
Quick… Can’t question this… I was born a bush // 
Nish… First rapper from the Land up North to push 
discs… I ride a moose like horse… I’m bush / 
rich… She’s plucking a goose on the porch to cook 
with Potatoes, wild rice and corn… Keeps it tradish // 
Our culture deeper than the roots dig in… 
They’re stealing from our knowledge keepers holding truth within / 
We call em out and kick em out cause it’s who we’ve been… 
When it’s time to face the drum they better do it den // 

Just do it den… Make em say doodum… 
Do it for your dootemn… Where you from? 
Do it for the land and do it for the fam… 
Do it cause you can even though they said you can’t // 
Just do it den… Make em say doodum… 
Make em say doodum… 
Just do it den 
“” “” 

If you don’t want the smoke why you playing with the fire? 
Saying Native rap don’t exist is saying I’m a liar / 
Oh now that there’s money to be made all of a sudden you’ve been 
hunting on these lakes? Fronting like a brave but keep // 
ducking like a drake when the gun about to blaze? 
Tuck your mic away when it comes to where you’re raised / 
I’ve been hunting on these bays since I was a boy… The maze of 
Rivers and creeks saved me… It’s the land that made me so // 
You can’t shame me… You can’t change me… Talk a- 
Bout culture shock… I live through that daily / 
But I move so wavy… These streets won’t sway me… 
I’m a Moose River Cree and the beast won’t tame me // 
But in the city we can feel like castaways… 
If you weren’t raised in the culture you can’t relate / 
So Why scrape food off of my plate? 
When it’s all I have and you already ate? // 
Mooshkamee sweat… Veins got moose stew in them… 
If they've been claiming they’re Native they better prove it den / 
We call em out and kick em out cause it’s who we’ve been… 
When the community says prove it better do it den // 

Just do it den… Make em say doodum… 
Do it for your dootemn… Where you from? 
Do it for the land and do it for the fam… 
Do it cause you can even though they said you can’t // 
Just do it den… Make em say doodum… 
Make em say doodum… 
Just do it den 
“” “” 

We call em out and kick em out cause it’s who we’ve BEEN… 
When the Great Spirit says “Do it” better do it den..

Call Them Out (Doitden)

Written and produced by Shibastik

Here’s to you… I hope you make it home safe… 
I pray the Great Spirit helps you walk straight / 
Coming or you're going what we say is “Wachay”… 
Everything ain’t alright… But it'll be ok // 
Here’s to you… I hope you make it home safe… 
I pray the Great Spirit helps you walk straight / 
Coming or you're going what we say is “Wachay”… 
We all make it back one day… That’s tapwe // 

I see you sitting at the party sipping… 
On the hard liquor with the pop hardly mixed in / 
Hang overs hit you hard… So you started sniffing… 
Snow… Now like a river stone your heart is skipping // 
Hard to sleep feeling it beat in an awkward rhythm… 
The Doctor’s given you a week unless you stop... He’s scribbling / 
Prescribing some other pill that’ll have your conscience drifting… 
Every single prescription another hard addiction // 
Walking around the Rez with a ghost face… Your 
Just Killing time sipping rye… No chaser / 
Hit the bootleggers trying to catch a cold case… Hurts 
Less… To the burn in your chest you’re no stranger // 
You hear the land calling… Waiting for you everyday… 
The cedar stands are a safer place to get away / 
Grab a shotgun, bag of shells, lighter and a knife… 
Put tobacco down… Head high… Head out into the night / 

Here’s to you… I hope you make it home safe… 
I pray the Great Spirit helps you walk straight / 
Coming or you're going what we say is “Wachay”… 
Everything ain’t alright… But it'll be ok // 
Here’s to you… I hope you make it home safe… 
I pray the Great Spirit helps you walk straight / 
Coming or you're going what we say is “Wachay”… 
We all make it back one day… That’s tapwe // 

I do it for the ones who didn’t have a dad to teach them… 
Cause moochum had a preacher giving him a savage beating / 
I do it for the fathers that were unable to hunt… 
The camp’s not a place to be drunk... The land is too sacred for drugs // 
So they would stay in the house… All day they laid on the couch 
in a deep haze… Looking out while geese came from the south / 
They should have been at the blind… But instead they were blinded 
By regret… Now they’re dying behind the enemy lines // 
They were taught about a God that rejected their cries… 
They were taught their skin colour made them less in his eyes / 
They weaponized religion, fear, deception and lies… 
Residential school scissors used to sever the ties // 
But our braids grew back and we’re still stretching the hides... 
Our sweat rocks are still hot and you’re still welcome inside / 
Trust me when I say the culture’s waiting for you… 
Your ancestors walk with you and they’re praying for you // 
I see you bouncing on the pow wow grounds… 
Always hitting every beat… I feel your proudness pounds / So loud it 
drowns out the sounds of doubts howling now in the 
distance… Persisstant but you count them out // 
You may have lost your way but are strong and brave… I know you’ll 
Make it back no matter how long it takes / 
Just keep a constant pace… Don’t fear them; cross these lakes… 
You’re guaranteed to make it home if you keep walking straight // 

Here’s to you… I hope you make it home safe… 
I pray the Great Spirit helps you walk straight / 
Coming or you're going what we say is “Wachay”… 
Everything ain’t alright… But it'll be ok // 
Here’s to you… I hope you make it home safe… 
I pray the Great Spirit helps you walk straight / 
Coming or you're going what we say is “Wachay”… 
We all make it back one day… That’s tapwe //

Travelling Song

Written and produced by Shibastik at Swamp CREEture Studios
Music by Kimble "K Skratch" McComb

Come And Take Me Over

Written and produced by Shibastik at Swamp CREEture Studios

Nishnawb Hip Hop

Almost Home Ft Gitchie Cheechoo and Headmen

The Last Great Men Remix Ft CerAmony

Our Backbone Ft Jocelyn Wabano-Iahtail

Cree Walk

Stop The Machine

Cocoon

Natural Born Hunter

Step Up Interlude Ft Jocelyn Wabano-Iahtail & Quest

Step Out Ft Jocelyn Wabano-Iahtail & Rez Kree

Owls Above Them

Knead That Bannock (Neee)

Asimulation (Beat The Drum)

The Teachings

Walk With Me

Hand Drum

Dancing With Wolves

Fire And Water

Written and Produced by Shibastik
Beat by Classic Roots
Final master by SequencedInSound

Landslide

Drop Ft. Preme & Supaman

This is a song about my late brother who we lost to suicide. I say "don't" 12 times in the chorus because that is the message I want people to get from this.

Don't

Moose River

Way Down

Northern Cree

Produced by Shibastik
Chorus written and performed by Bradley AJ Georgekish
Verses written and performed by Shibastik
Guitar and bass performed by Drayden Mist

Stay (On The Wind) FT BradleyAJ

Sitting by the heat in a shabatwan…
Dripping like the grease from a sagabon /
Crumbling the sage for the past that’s gone…
Praying for the rain in the Amazon //
What you know about burning leaves?
What you know about our worst enemies? /
Ain’t even safe for the coral reefs…
Plastic islands… The orca grieves //
Clear the land for the cattle… Beef…
Deliberate flames… That’s shallow… Thieves /
Stealing the life from the stands of trees…
We’re breathing the canopies //
This is treason and anarchy…  
This is evil… It can not be /
For the man’s greed it’s the land that bleeds…
Black blood… A sign the wound’s bad and deep //

Gotta bring that culture back…
Gotta bring that culture back /
Only one way to win this war…
Get back to who we were before //
Chop down the system…
Blow up the dams /
Save the children…
Defend the land //

Niskuk and a moose rack still on my back…
So many just stuck on the modern path /
Too many of us have been caught and trapped… 
In a system made to wipe us off the map //
When we pray for the strength to stand…
We don’t put together our hands… /
We rise them up and we dance…
Eyes wide shut in a trance… //
Pow wow strut with a b-boy stance….
Facing the wind like a decoy… Bad /
Style with a good intent… Sweet grass
Burning while the world is turning mad //
It’s been stabbed but my heart’s intact…
It’s not broken… But dark and cracked /
It’s been starving for what we had…
We’ve been struck we must react //

Gotta bring that culture back…
Gotta bring that culture back /
Only one way to win this war…
Get back to who we were before //
Chop down the system…
Blow up the dams /
Save the children…
Defend the land //

Chop down the system…
Blow up the dams /
Save the children…
Defend the land //
Chop down the system…
Blow up the dams /
Save the children…
Defend the land //

We are all oxygen users…
And he’s killing all the producers /
His industry causing these ruins… 
Barren from where the kapok to the spruce is //
There’s medicine in the bear meat…
Messages within your dream when the bear speaks /
We should be out growing fruit and berries…
And digging up truth they’ve buried… But the truth is scary //
He doesn’t want us to know…
He doesn’t want us to grow /
He is dishonest… Addicted to profits…
He poisons our body and soul //
Praying for the people cause the man is
Preying on the people like a mantis /
All across the atlas… Everybody at risk…
We all know the man is the real savage //

Praying for the people cause the man is
Preying on the people like a mantis /
All across the atlas… Everybody at risk…
We all know the man is the real savage //

Sitting by the heat in a shabatwan…
Dripping like the grease from a sagabon /
Crumbling the sage for the past that’s gone…
Praying for the rain in the Amazon //

Shabatwan

First track by the Wetum Boys. Beat by Blanco. Produced by Swamp Creature Studio..

Blanco Ft: Antoine Edwards, RedCloud & Artson (Wetum Boys)

Hurt People

Rez Nights ft. Drezus

Hands Up In The Sky ft. Nataanii Means

Recorded in 2006. Written and produced by Shibastik. Featuring Rez Kree. Remastered in 2020.

Red Dust Ft. Rez Kree

The Ones

Produced by Shibastik. Featuring Red Cloud.

Sage In The Studio Ft. Red Cloud

Shibastik, Moose Cree for "underground flow," is an accomplished rapper, music producer, public speaker, artist, athlete and a proud member of the Moose Cree First Nation (Môsonîwililiw). He was born and raised on the Moose River and was inspired by life as a Cree hunter on the Mushkegowuk (James Bay) Lowlands. His music and art have always promoted awareness and appreciation for both the land and First Nation culture, past and present.
At the forefront of Canada's Native hip hop movement, Shibastik began producing music independently in 1998. Then in 2002, he landed a spot on a tv series called First Music and Arts, making him one of the first Native hip hop artists to appear on national television in Canada.
Shibastik has well over a decade of extensive training and experience working with youth, including youth in foster care and in detention centers. He has always promoted holistic development through sports and arts based programming . Employed as an IRCS (Intensive Rehabilitation in Custody Supervision) Worker at a secure custody detention center, Shibastik acquired intensive grief and loss training, cognitive training, and dialectical and behavioural therapy education. He also organized cultural programming and events for youth as a member of the center's cultural committee, even helping to build and run a sweat lodge on the facility grounds.
It was while working at the youth detention center that Shibastik developed his 'Healing Through Hip Hop' workshop. He has since presented his workshop at conferences, in schools (elementary, secondary and post- secondary), and at various events nationwide. His distinctive brand of music and thought-provoking lyrics have continued to move and empower audiences of all ages and backgrounds.
Recently nominated in 3 categories at the 2022 Native American Music Awards and releasing his 6th album entitled “The Braid Remains,” Shibastik’s music is as relevant and powerful today as ever.

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