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

You better keep your hands up when they play this song
The Cyclops, X-Men, for you dumber kids
Gun is out, everybody running out
Mine’s fine, I got it shined by my Asian friend
Hearing people scream and shout ("OH MY GOD HE’S GOT A GUN!!")
If you got on $5 underwear
Do It Big, Keep It Strange, don’t care
I been on the radio and shit has got ridiculous
[Hook: Murs]
If you know the government don’t care
And he said "No"
And keep your hands in the air
And can I get a hell yea?
If they try to put a case on this, we gon’ beat it (we gon’ beat it)

But you’re feeling like a fucking millionaire
You see the haters get the genitals
I’m fucking with these strong genetics like I’m in the lab
If you know the government don’t care
Walk up in the party with our guns drawn
And can I get a hell yea?
So don’t ask
And this is Strange gang, talking ’bout my chain again
Keep your eyes on the prize, don’t share
Keep your eyes on the prize, don’t share
You got a problem, them Strange rhymers out on your block
I read them funny books, they got the pictures in them
Override the system, drugs with some sick kids
I don’t give a fuck if they say we wrong
Walk up in the party with our guns drawn
Bitch we on the clock and this is all official business
Cuz we bout to take the crown this year
You wake up to find no cereal inside of your box
And keep your hands in the air
Might just leave a body on your front lawn
And can I get a hell yea?
And we said "Fuck yo mama"
If you got on $5 underwear

Anybody can get (anybody, absolutely)
So I got somebody shot off the bar quick, lifted it up and said "Here’s to you sucking my dick"
[Verse 1: Wrekonize]
Back up off the minerals

[Verse 3: Murs]
Blood, Cuhs, it’s all in the same gang
Not before I get a shot, I get it then I appease
But you’re feeling like a fucking millionaire
Then I spit this venom, like Eddie Brock does
So good morning, get it in like it’s 30 below
But you’re feeling like a fucking millionaire
And she said "Fuck Obama"
Interrupted a groovy movie, so we said fuck it left it and ate at Ruby Tuesday’s
Just brothers in different colors, we need to change things
Might just leave a body on your front lawn
Do It Big, Keep It Strange, don’t care
To give, if I did, shit, you was out of luck
I don’t give a fuck if they say we wrong
is here to come and dirty your soul Another ¡MURSDAY!
[Hook: Murs]
Rolling all around the world and still rocking a flip phone
‘Cause they run their mouth, they throwing this tongue about like having some candy clout (It’s negros, we better run)

Had the crowd raising eyebrows like The Rock does
He’on’t need it (he’on’t need it)
Cuz we bout to take the crown this year

One of the homies singing YG’s "Fuck Donald Trump"
Might just leave a body on your front lawn
Do It Big, Keep It Strange, don’t care
Cuz we bout to take the crown this year
At the swap meet in the wrong hood
You better keep your hands up when they play this song
I’m the bad member but still make the song good
You better keep your hands up when they play this song
I don’t give a fuck who it is
Snotty white waitress said sorry, I’m so blunt
Walk up in the party with our guns drawn
If you got on $5 underwear
[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]
Keep your eyes on the prize, don’t share
Manager say we gotta leave
Write a couple songs and live forever in your pictures
And keep your hands in the air
Hip hop to the death, two-stepping in every zip code
Got me in the mood to cause some motherfucking mischief
[Hook: Murs]

If you know the government don’t care
I’m laser focused with mine like Scott Summers is
Pull up in the lot without my [??]
Second batter up, I never had a fuck
Rolling with the general and high off that medical
And your granny too, ’cause we would never touch your nana, bitch
Still pull the thickest chick in the sickest denim
[Verse 2: Bernz]
Ya already know what it is
Pick another fight before the kick us out the exit

Good enough they had to sign me, better ask Trav
He’on’t want (he’ont want it)
[Intro: Wrekonize]
I don’t give a fuck if they say we wrong
You know what we on, we tryna make the fucking hit list