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  • Tech N9ne – Salute (feat. Murs & Fmayday!) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

    [Intro: Wrekonize]
    I don’t give a fuck who it is
    Anybody can get (anybody, absolutely)
    Ya already know what it is
    So don’t ask

    [Verse 1: Wrekonize]
    You wake up to find no cereal inside of your box
    You got a problem, them Strange rhymers out on your block
    So good morning, get it in like it’s 30 below
    Another ¡MURSDAY! is here to come and dirty your soul
    You see the haters get the genitals
    Back up off the minerals
    Rolling with the general and high off that medical
    Rolling all around the world and still rocking a flip phone
    Hip hop to the death, two-stepping in every zip code

    [Verse 2: Bernz]
    Pull up in the lot without my [??]
    Bitch we on the clock and this is all official business
    I been on the radio and shit has got ridiculous
    Got me in the mood to cause some motherfucking mischief
    Override the system, drugs with some sick kids
    You know what we on, we tryna make the fucking hit list
    Write a couple songs and live forever in your pictures
    Pick another fight before the kick us out the exit

    [Hook: Murs]
    Walk up in the party with our guns drawn
    Might just leave a body on your front lawn
    I don’t give a fuck if they say we wrong
    You better keep your hands up when they play this song
    And keep your hands in the air
    If you know the government don’t care
    If you got on $5 underwear
    But you’re feeling like a fucking millionaire
    And can I get a hell yea?
    Do It Big, Keep It Strange, don’t care
    Keep your eyes on the prize, don’t share
    Cuz we bout to take the crown this year

    [Verse 3: Murs]
    Second batter up, I never had a fuck
    To give, if I did, shit, you was out of luck
    I’m laser focused with mine like Scott Summers is
    The Cyclops, X-Men, for you dumber kids
    I read them funny books, they got the pictures in them
    Still pull the thickest chick in the sickest denim
    Then I spit this venom, like Eddie Brock does
    Had the crowd raising eyebrows like The Rock does
    Blood, Cuhs, it’s all in the same gang
    Just brothers in different colors, we need to change things
    And this is Strange gang, talking ’bout my chain again
    Mine’s fine, I got it shined by my Asian friend
    At the swap meet in the wrong hood
    I’m the bad member but still make the song good
    Good enough they had to sign me, better ask Trav
    I’m fucking with these strong genetics like I’m in the lab

    [Hook: Murs]
    Walk up in the party with our guns drawn
    Might just leave a body on your front lawn
    I don’t give a fuck if they say we wrong
    You better keep your hands up when they play this song
    And keep your hands in the air
    If you know the government don’t care
    If you got on $5 underwear
    But you’re feeling like a fucking millionaire
    And can I get a hell yea?
    Do It Big, Keep It Strange, don’t care
    Keep your eyes on the prize, don’t share
    Cuz we bout to take the crown this year

    [Verse 4: Tech N9ne]
    Gun is out, everybody running out
    Hearing people scream and shout ("OH MY GOD HE’S GOT A GUN!!")
    ‘Cause they run their mouth, they throwing this tongue about like having some candy clout (It’s negros, we better run)
    He’on’t want (he’ont want it)
    He’on’t need it (he’on’t need it)
    If they try to put a case on this, we gon’ beat it (we gon’ beat it)
    Interrupted a groovy movie, so we said fuck it left it and ate at Ruby Tuesday’s
    Snotty white waitress said sorry, I’m so blunt
    One of the homies singing YG’s "Fuck Donald Trump"
    And she said "Fuck Obama"
    And we said "Fuck yo mama"
    And your granny too, ’cause we would never touch your nana, bitch
    Manager say we gotta leave
    Not before I get a shot, I get it then I appease
    And he said "No"
    So I got somebody shot off the bar quick, lifted it up and said "Here’s to you sucking my dick"

    [Hook: Murs]
    Walk up in the party with our guns drawn
    Might just leave a body on your front lawn
    I don’t give a fuck if they say we wrong
    You better keep your hands up when they play this song
    And keep your hands in the air
    If you know the government don’t care
    If you got on $5 underwear
    But you’re feeling like a fucking millionaire
    And can I get a hell yea?
    Do It Big, Keep It Strange, don’t care
    Keep your eyes on the prize, don’t share
    Cuz we bout to take the crown this year