Salute Lyrics - Pharoahe Monch

Fix your motherfuckin face nigga! 

Look at these fuckin chimpanzees 

Bunch of fuckin monkeys... 

(Mr. Porter!) 

I been shot, I been stabbed 

I took all that I have to give 

And I never ran, never have 

Just so all you niggaz can live 

I never thought there would come a day 

When my people would turn me away 

And it really tears me apart 

Cause I deserve a Purple Heart 

Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me 

Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me 

Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me 

I, I showed you what a soldier's about, nigga you should salute me 

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Typical Joe Budden shit, ridiculed and lovin it 

The hood know I'm the dude that governed it 

Paved the way for my sons, laid down the cement for my semen 

Ain't my fault y'all got stuck in it 

Lately, it change like the weather, one minute they love me 

then they hate me; I'm through with shenanigans 

I don't care if dudes ain't a fan of him 

Can't checkmate a 8-figure nigga with the moves of a mannequin 

Talkin 'bout they wan' go somewhere to meet me 

Man they just wan' go somewhere to meet me 

Easy don't involve cops in it 

Got the key to my city, how the FUCK you think you got locked in it? 

Bitch! 

Photos 

21 Rugers 

On the hip of 21 goons, 21-gun salutin 

Bloody funds is what murder money becomes 

21 bodies on all 21 guns 

You from the D and you don't fuck with me, you lame 

The streets and the internet fuck with me the same 

So later for that punk shit 

Cause nigga I'll smoke you, that's why they say I stay on that blunt shit 

Niggaz'll spray you up before they wet your lady up 

Then shoot the baby bassinet to shut your baby up 

And I'm in line with the bread 

I hold niggaz down doin time in the feds 

Pharoahe talk to 'em 

Properly greet a general 

I'd have to take steps down to be on a pedestal 

I am what the 1-8 after the 7 do 

Give it my all but you want more, you lil' beggar you! 

Mean it's terrible, I showed hip-hop anyone's edible 

Never give somethin that's not respectable 

Never spit somethin that's not incredible 

Never sold my soul for numbers left of the decimal 

I done fucked up movements like cerebral palsy 

You don't know me, don't pause me - I'll throw lead at you 

Mean I earned e'ry stripe and you know it 

When you see me put yo' hand on yo' head and push it forward 

Before shots land on your head and push it forward 

Eastside Long Beach, I'm only pushin four words 

I organize a street massacre 

You haters know I broke bread with at least half of ya 

Out of town, hundred pound weed trafficker 

Got niggaz rockin Long Beach fitteds in East Africa 

I been stabbed, I been shot, a imperfect part 

Like my Grape Street niggaz I got a Purple Heart 

I kill your bitch at the beauty salon on Windham 

They take a nap on your lawn on a Louis Vuitton pillow 

Waitin for you to run out and say somethin 

Come out your face frontin, dumb out and spray somethin 

Bloaw! So move now