[Intro-Tim Wise]
At some point, whether or not black folks
Should use the word or a derivation of the word
Ending in "A" - that's a black conversation
And white folks and anyone who isn't black, I think
Should just basically stay out of that conversation
And let black folk deal with it, but we have to recognize
That for us, there's a history, there's a context
And it's not our job to help black people reclaim the word
I've heard white people say that "we're gonna help 'em
Reclaim the word as a way to fight!" If you want to fight
Racism, march in a police station
[Hook]
Everybody in my city pushing keys and that's all these kids see
If that's the only thing they hear then that's
The only thing they'll be, we call it: "Swag, swag, swag!"
We call it "Swag, swag, swag!"
The homies is busting slugs, the women is shaking a**
The white girls call us "n****" and
We just sit back and laugh and call it "Swag, swag, swag!"
We call it: "Swag, swag, swag!"
[Verse 1]
I am no preacher, b**** I'm a teacher
More like a thinker, dreamer, believer-pick one
A thousand albums came out last year and I ain't get one
Cause these boys looking like man-tan
I make hits like Grand Slam
Never had a problem keeping up
These boys songs sound weak as f***
I ain't thinking about easing up, I'm going hard
Til my lease is up and my time will be creeping up
It's only right that I tell 'em (tell 'em)
Don't buy into everything that these rappers are selling (selling)
Thinking that they winning, but really
These n***** failing your people
And need to feeding evil to the streets who made you
Raised you on great food, my Mama didn't raise no dummy
I'll never let a m*********** think for me
Tell a b**** that its 'bout to get fugly
'bout to hit the game harder than some then some rugby
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Is anybody on the next level with me?
I'm hearing n***** dissing God, y'all think it's witty
I ain't laughing, we don't play in Mississippi
Even when I was broke, selling my soul wasn't tempting
Let a white cop shoot a black kid
You'll see a few tweets, that's it
He'll march for a minute, that's it
Get a new outfit and a dance like this:
Cook! Swag! Woo! Cook! Swag! Woo!
Black kid dead and ain't nobody mad
They won't speak the truth, these n***** been scared
Call my flow the pudding, the proof's in there
I say the s*** they say I shouldn't, I ain't never cared
I been everywhere, (?)
I brought a couple of slugs to yo hood, pray I don't leave 'em there
I hope that you don't give me a reason, double dare
I'm hard to scare, I'm what they fear, a black planet
(?)
At some point, whether or not black folks
Should use the word or a derivation of the word
Ending in "A" - that's a black conversation
And white folks and anyone who isn't black, I think
Should just basically stay out of that conversation
And let black folk deal with it, but we have to recognize
That for us, there's a history, there's a context
And it's not our job to help black people reclaim the word
I've heard white people say that "we're gonna help 'em
Reclaim the word as a way to fight!" If you want to fight
Racism, march in a police station
[Hook]
Everybody in my city pushing keys and that's all these kids see
If that's the only thing they hear then that's
The only thing they'll be, we call it: "Swag, swag, swag!"
We call it "Swag, swag, swag!"
The homies is busting slugs, the women is shaking a**
The white girls call us "n****" and
We just sit back and laugh and call it "Swag, swag, swag!"
We call it: "Swag, swag, swag!"
[Verse 1]
I am no preacher, b**** I'm a teacher
More like a thinker, dreamer, believer-pick one
A thousand albums came out last year and I ain't get one
Cause these boys looking like man-tan
I make hits like Grand Slam
Never had a problem keeping up
These boys songs sound weak as f***
I ain't thinking about easing up, I'm going hard
Til my lease is up and my time will be creeping up
It's only right that I tell 'em (tell 'em)
Don't buy into everything that these rappers are selling (selling)
Thinking that they winning, but really
These n***** failing your people
And need to feeding evil to the streets who made you
Raised you on great food, my Mama didn't raise no dummy
I'll never let a m*********** think for me
Tell a b**** that its 'bout to get fugly
'bout to hit the game harder than some then some rugby
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Is anybody on the next level with me?
I'm hearing n***** dissing God, y'all think it's witty
I ain't laughing, we don't play in Mississippi
Even when I was broke, selling my soul wasn't tempting
Let a white cop shoot a black kid
You'll see a few tweets, that's it
He'll march for a minute, that's it
Get a new outfit and a dance like this:
Cook! Swag! Woo! Cook! Swag! Woo!
Black kid dead and ain't nobody mad
They won't speak the truth, these n***** been scared
Call my flow the pudding, the proof's in there
I say the s*** they say I shouldn't, I ain't never cared
I been everywhere, (?)
I brought a couple of slugs to yo hood, pray I don't leave 'em there
I hope that you don't give me a reason, double dare
I'm hard to scare, I'm what they fear, a black planet
(?)