Swag Through The Gift Shop

[Verse 1: Time] Sa Sa Swag Swag Swag through the gift shop I'm stealing key chains with a King Tut wristwatch Mr. Brainwash is filming every thing in sight Like bombing Dirty Lab Swag stickers in the night This is for anyone who's ever been buffed Who came back the same day cause they didn't give a fuck I wrote lyrics on walls after 9/11 happened Did my first show at 13 I was rappin' The cops couldn't find me the money couldn't either The preacher prayed for me cause I wasn't a believer He wanted me to Obey like Shepard Fairey But the guilt didn't work and his fear couldn't scare me They called me blasphemous, they tried to Mike Giant me Cause I said free Palestine when Banksy bombed it nonviolently Tell the galleries we're taking art back As I swag through the gift shop bumping Kool G Rap [Hook: Kit Richardson] Something borrowed Stiff little fingers Playing through my pockets A single penny for the Sad little singer One of these suits will buy me dinner Something borrowed Back through a handshake Hard to be heartfelt Easy to fake And all I have to say is I know who's winning I don't need to play [Verse 2: Time] Swag, swag, swag through the gift shop I'm vandalizing all the art with a Dali wristwatch This is for scene and all of the instigators This is for cornbread and all of the originators Taki 183, all the way to Space Invader They showed rap love back when no one would date her No one used to listen so I'd tell it to a wall Told all my secrets with a streaker to a bathroom stall From ancient Greece to punk rock they showed graffiti love That's why I wrote this song in GG Allin's blood Puking pop rocks on the pavement call it a throw up I'm trying to go all city, all they say is grow up Only make art when your brain is in your heart Passion and determination, that's a good start Tell the galleries we're taking art back As i swag through the gift shop drunk as Kerouac [Hook: Kit Richardson] Something borrowed Stiff little fingers Playing through my pockets A single penny for the Sad little singer One of these suits will buy me dinner Something borrowed Back through a handshake Hard to be heartfelt Easy to fake And all I have to say is I know who's winning I don't need to play [Outro: Time] Put the thought to the paper, put the paint to the wall Show the wall to world, let the world see it all