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The Time - Swag Through the Giftshop Lyrics




[ Featuring Kit Richardson ]

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 f*ck
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

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

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

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

Put the thought to the paper, put the paint to the wall
Show the wall to world, let the world see it all
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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 f*ck
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

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

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

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

Put the thought to the paper, put the paint to the wall
Show the wall to world, let the world see it all
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Writer: Chris Steele
Copyright: Lyrics © Dirty Laboratory Productions

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