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JUST CURATORS OF SWAG WE ARE ALL

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Les définitions du terme SWAG sont multiples. Verbe anglais définissant le degré de coolitude d'un individu. Tu le retrouves régulièrement dans la sphère hip hop. Jadis utilisé par une poignée d'Hipsters, il désigne également une aura, un style vestimentaire, un paroxisme que peu n'arrive à atteindre en réalité. "JUST CURATORS OF SWAG WE ARE ALL", une affirmation, un simple constat, exempt de toute notion même de subjectivité. Dans certain cas de figure, SWAG  est synnonyme de libido. "I got the swag and it's pumping out my ovaries", tiré du titre Gucci Gucci, de Kreayshawn, érigée, au rang de célèbre protégée, du rappeur figurant parmi les plus influents de la planète et tu l'as dans le mille, Jay-Z.

Un degré de coolitude, en nette corrélation avec l'attitude et l'image projetée par chaque individu, que tu peux être amené à croiser au gré de tes errances nocturnes ou rencontres. Souvent qualifiée de pointue de part l'orientation éditoriale qui est la nôtre, HipsterTribe Webzine apparaît ainsi comme un simple incubateur de coolitude. Tu affiches probablement un léger rictus depuis la lecture de ce second paragraphe et te dis que la Rédaction est plus que jamais en phase ascendante.

[Sample:]
One big room full of bad bitches

[Hook:]
And we stunting like
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Basic bitches wear that shit so I don't even bother

[Verse 1:]
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
The basic bitches wear that shit, so I don't even bother
I put that on my partner, I put that on my family
Oakland city representer, address me as your majesty
Yeah you can kiss the ring, but you can never touch the crown
I smoke a million Swisher bluntsand I ain't never coming down
Bitch you ain't no Barbie I see you work at Arby's
Number 2, super-sized Hurry up I'm starving
Gnarly, radical, on the block I'm magical
See me at your college campus baggie full of Adderalls
Call me if you need a fix, call me if you need a boost
See them other chicken heads? They don't never leave the coop
I'm in the coupe cruising, I got the stolen plates
Serving all the fiends over there by the Golden Gate
Bridge, I'm colder than the fridge and the freezer
I'm snatching all your bitches at my leisure

[Hook:]
And we stunting like
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Basic bitches wear that shit so I don't even bother

[Verse 2:]
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
I'm lookin like Madonna but I'm flossing like Ivana
Trump, you know I keep that work in my trunk
Got my hand on the pump if you wanna press your luck
I'm yelling "Free V-Nasty" 'til my throat is raspy
Young, rich and flashy I be where the cash be
You can't find that? I think you need a Google Map
My pearl-handled kitty-cat will leave and press your noodle back
Now Google that groupies follow me like Twitter
I'm rolling up my catnip and shitting in your litter
Why you looking bitter? I be looking better
The type of bitch that make you wish that you ain't never met her
The editor, director plus I'm my own boss
So posh, nails fierce with the gold gloss
Which means nobody getting over me
I got the swag and it's pumping out my ovaries

[Hook:]
And we stunting like
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Basic bitches wear that shit so I don't even bother

[Outro:]
Oh, all you basic ass hoes out there
Man I got rooms full of bad bitches
They don't need Gucci, they don't need Louis
We swagging, ehh, meow

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