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...