Swag (n.) ~ 1650s, "a lurching or swaying," from swag (v.). Meaning "ornamental festoon" (1794) is said to be probably a separate development from the verb (but cf. swage). Swag lamp attested from 1966.
Colloquial sense of "promotional material" (from recording companies, etc.) was in use by 2001; swag was English criminal's slang for "quantity of stolen property, loot" from c.1839. This might be related to earlier senses of "round bag" (c.1300) and "big, blustering fellow" (1580s), which may represent separate borrowings from the Scandinavian source. "The primary meaning was 'a bulging bag'" [Klein].
swagger (v.)
1580s, "to strut in a defiant or insolent manner;" earliest recorded usages are in Shakespeare ("Midsummer Night's Dream," "2 Henry IV," "King Lear"), probably a frequentative form of swag (v.) "to sway." Meaning "to boast or brag" is from 1590s. Related: Swaggered; swaggering. The noun is attested from 1725.
swag (v.)
"to move heavily or unsteadily," 1520s, probably from a Scandinavian source akin to Old Norse sveggja "to swing, sway," from the same source as Old English swingan "to swing" (see swing (v.)). Related: Swagged; swagging.
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Ok. So let's look at how Swag relates to the game today. The Swag we use today is a combination of all former definitions, but is directly derived from the promotional definition of STUFF WE ALWAYS GET. Ex.:
You go to a concert to see you favorite artist. Along with their amazing performance they bring Something For The People or Swag.(the art of giving and receiving is in play here). This swag or stuff we always get is the CD's, T-Shirts, Posters, ect. given out to fans. It's marketing tools. Similar to how Goldie in the Mack would handout money to all the children in the neighborhood. Every time they would see his car pull up they would run up to receive swagg/booty/stuff we always get. This is a dangers position to be in, because if there is ever a time that this swag is not at your disposal to dispense to your fans, you'll be seen to have falling off.
How does this relate to you? Let's look at the High School Jock. He's most likely have numerous college scholarship offers lined up. He's a shoe in for success, yet that's not enough. People want swag. The women want swag. They want to be apart of something great. Apart of you. Something real. Something tangible. To solidify you being their King. Everyone can cheer for you and you can wave in the crowed aimlessly, but what swag do you have to offer as a high school jock with no poster or jerseys to toss and sign..... His VARSITY JACKET! See she can't be with you on the field celebrating and sharing your success, but by given her you varsity jacket to wear, she may fill one with The Game! Every other female will also want to feel that unity and closeness to you. So a rotating of the jacket may be necessary. All will recognize your jacket and its number/ your swag , and label your ownership of the jacket as well as its wearer.
I did not play sports in high school, but I had a Varsity Jacket so to speak. A Fur Coat with a hood on it that I would rock faithfully with the hood up damn near covering my face through the halls. It play up my mystery. During teen sports/gym class I would alway let a female bystander wear my coat. Even though I may not have been fucking her, her wearing my swag gave the impression that I was fucking multiple bitches. One day I go to perform my normal ritual of selecting a trustworthy female to rock my fur/swag/SAFE..... A bitch poses the passive aggressive question of "Why you never choose me to wear your coat?" Now this bitch was in a well known relationship with a Jock. This was my first year going to this school, but I was aware that she was in a relationship with this dude. Hence why I had never selected the bitch before. Yet I didn't answer the bitch at all. I only stared into the Bitch eyes for an extended period of time. Attempting to telepathically convey to this bitch what it means to put on my coat, the duties of wearing it(which I did verbally speak on later), and the message she would be sending everyone if she put it on. As I look for any signs of doubt in her eye I found none. Only the look of "I know. I don't care. He don't own me!"
So I give the bitch the jacket and continue on with my activities.
Day ends, whatever whatever, and all is good. The next day it's the normal high school gossip and boys shooting shots of the rumors in the air as warnings that shit is circulating. Shits like cryptic hood news. To lames it sounds like high fives and praises "I heard you and Ol Girl kicking it now. You smashed and everything" Or "congrats on the new bitch" I would reply who? And they would state the name/problem. Because they either knew of my whereabouts last night making the rumor physically impossible or knew what it really was from prior incidents.
So like simp clock work her man come finds me during lunch hour. Pleading damn near in tears for me not to fuck with his girl.(which I had no plans on doing anyway). He started out confrontational. In which I dismissed his claim with a cool but cold/stern demeanor. I could do so easily because his claim wasn't true. So when he asked "did you fuck my girl" I could say Man I don't know what your talking bout" with a straight face.(had to fuck with him a little bit for being a bitch and even asking me some simp shit like that. Plus the semi tears in that nigga eyes boosted a nigga's ego a little bit. So I was feeling myself). He came down from confrontational after my refusal to stop walking and answers such a simpish question directly, to empathizing and reasoning. "All the girls you got and all the girls in this school. Why you got to mess with my girl man? Please don't mess with my girl bruh."
Still walking and still cold I replied "Ain't nobody messing with you girl bruh. Stop asking me that shit" and that was the end of it. Even though I'm sure he thought I was lying. So what! Go ask your Bitch for the truth.
Today the same use of swag is still used. Watch a bitch face light up when she gets to drive your car around town. Or get claimed in a Facebook relationship status. It's all swag! So come up on some swag to give the people. Let a new bitch wear your work shirt. Let her rock your favorite Hat that everyone knows is yours in a Facebook or Instagram photo. Get towels with your name printed on em and give out to the dancing bitches in the club!
"Step your swag up daddy"
~HighLife
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