Schwing - Anacron

F swag, I got schwing

Def rag, fresh threads. hot wings

Dirty shoes, Nudie blue jeans

He’s got a grown-cut crease, tough steez, 'nuff creez

Got them on that new slang

Got them all-black new frames, show them how I do things

You lames think you’re on a new thing

Didn’t get it when I did it back in '02, mayne

Always on that awesomely aesthetical

Hella cool, biters hoping that it’s taste-testable

Because my flavor’s so edible

Vegetables incredible, vegans call it impeccable

Beauty so ineffable, eff a fool’s name brand

Floss my name, and no one can look the same, man

That’s the game plan; I’m a pro, respect it

Girlies saying, «'Cron is so eclectic! He be like…»

Schwing, schwing, schwing, schwing

Schwing, schwing, schwing, schwing

I’m 'bout this, see my outfits?

Biters hating, concentrating like Auschwitz

Fools be hanging on my pouch with

Ladies on my couch, Pootie Tang’ing «Cappa chow, bitch!»

Wa-da-tah, I got a lot

Of ways to blow it up, I’m hella bomb Jihad Allah

You’re so phony, all eyes on me

And children turn invisible; call me Joe Kony

Stingy brim like Ben Vereen

Looking good in slim-cut jeans, I’m slim but lean

Grinchy men bite trends from me

But I got trim from queens loving scha-wing

300-dollar jeans with a 5-dollar tee and some 20-dollar sneaks

And I still get it from the freaks

Because it ain’t about the gear -- It’s ME. They be like…