Snotty Nose Rez Kids - TRAPLINE

Yuck-Sue-Yaach

If you living 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! 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 'Op, 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 providing 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
I gave the city back cuz I'd rather have the bush
The rez is in the building, they afraid we coming up
The futures 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 lions mane like Simba
Yuck-sue-yaach, 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 moons out
Hear the wolves howl, neechies on the prowl
Ride together and die together, that's bad boy, go fear the feather
Generation seven reppin' Section 35 forever
Warrior just like Kevin 'til creator calls my number
Me and brother bring that thunder so our
culture ain't that eighth wonder (eighth wonder)
I don't want a statue, I prefer my carvings
Something I can rock with pride when that drum is calling
Lil neechie litty, belly gettin' biggie, chiefin' 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...

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Writer(s): Darren Metz, Quinton Nyce, Taylor King
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