Yuck-Sue-Yaach

If you livin' off the land (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

If you stick it to the man (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

If you die for your people (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

If you see through the evil (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

If you're a story teller (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

If you listen to your elders (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

If you speak your native tongue (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

We forever young (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

Yuck-sue-yaach, sounding like a savage

I don't even understand em when he say that you the baddest

Survival is a habit, rally after rally

I get it from my 'aup, I be stuntin like my daddy

We in the streets like Aladdin, its making me nostalgic

Nu-gwa ah-da nolagimi, that translates to magic

My mama'o gave me knowledge like "Sonny, you can have it"

I don't mean I'm cookin' dope but I be trappin' at the cabin

Man that's word to my granny, if ya'll don't understand me

I'm thankful for the salmon I'm providin' for my family

And I'm livin' off the land like the ones who did before me

I be passin' on the stories of the ones who died before me

Man that's Sasquatch habit, call me Young Buquis [Sasquatch]

I gave the city back 'cause I'd rather have the bush

The rez is in the building, they afraid we comin' up

The future's in our children, Yuck-Sue-Yaach

If you a native academic (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

If your craft is genetic (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

If you're workin both your spirits (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

If you let 'em haters hear us (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

If your urban space native (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

If you carry what is sacred (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

If your hair is long and braided (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

You got me feelin' like we made it (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

Yuck-Sue-Yaach, I hit 'em with the warrior dance like

Yuck-sue-yaach, they say I'm Michael Jackson bad, like

Yuck-sue-yaach, they say I look like my baba

Yuck-sue-yaach, my hair a lion's mane like Simba

I feel the spirits around that fuego

What you know about a savage? Shit I ain't no average Joe

They call me Moon child, red moon's out

Hear the wolves howl, neechies on the prowl

Ride together and die together, that's bad boy, go fear the feather

Generation 7 reppin' section 35 forever

Warrior just like Kevin till Creator calls my number

Me and brother bring that thunder, so our culture ain't that 8th wonder

I don't want no statues, I prefer my carvings

Somethin' I can rock with pride when that drum is calling

Lil neechie skinny, litty, belly gettin' biggie, cheifin' in the city

Feel like Diddy cuz I'm Yuck-Boy

If you a master carver (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

If your art is up for barter (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

Don't give a damn about a dollar (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

But you gotta feed your daughter (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

If you gave your life to life giving (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

If you trust in the children (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

If you proud of your village (Yuck-Sue-Yaach)

We about to kill it