Salute Da Gods!! lyrics

by

Q-Tip


[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The Anarchy, Busta Rhymes sh*t, c'mon

[Chorus]
Ready for Busta Rhymes
(Ha ha, ha, huuuuh!)
He's the one we've all, been waiting for, forever
(I feel so f*ckin' good, my people!)
Ready for Flipmode Squad
(So powerful, so good today!)
They're the ones we've all, been waiting for, forever
(Yeah, yeah, new "Rulership"!)
Ready for Busta Rhymes
(Yeah, it feels so f*ckin' good in my soul, come on!)
He's the one we've all, been waiting for, forever
(Yeah, I wanna see y'all, all my people if you feel good)
Ready for Flipmode Squad
(Just talk to me, c'mon, c'mon!)
They're the ones we've all, been waiting for, forever
(Now, now, let me see y'all, so powerful)
Ready

[Verse]
All praise due, we comin' through real hard
n*ggas raisin' they right hand, salutin' the God
Yo, like a burnin' sensation of Henny on the first sip
Hot sh*t my n*gga; let me spit a verse quick
Work sh*t inward, until my n*ggas hurt sh*t
And plot elaborate schemes for monies n*ggas worship
Beautiful like the pleasure of when I burst my first clip
At a n*gga who sold me a brick that wasn't worth sh*t!
Yo, we bomb sh*t, fire alarm sh*t
With my b*tches who take packages under they armpit
Now, we remain the Imperial live n*ggas
Who consistently blackout and rep for them wild n*ggas
Yo, you incompatible, snatch yo' collateral
Gun butt you, and rep for every thug capital
Diagonal vision, n*ggas seein' sh*t on slant
Plant beatin's on n*ggas and celebrate a war chant
Diabolic how we manifest raw logic
Chronological time, we bring n*ggas the raw project
Hold fort and represent as the grand wizard
Street chronicle illustrate the bakin' of a bad blizzard
I got a spot for ya
With live n*ggas who murder sloppier
Than all of the Trenchcoat Mafia, yo
Cause when you hear the sweet music playin'
It's like theme music for murder scenes
Like the Colorado slayin'
'Cause I don't give a f*ck
Speedin' like we racin' on the Aqueduct
Black tinted-out, government truck
Curbside on n*ggas, leanin' just a little bit
Trunk trapped with smoke, my b*tch'll take a little hit
Fake n*ggas could be the best actors!
My bullets whiz so fast you feel the wind chill factors
In the wrong place you get your wig peeled backwards!
Get an ounce of the 'dro and steam a pack of Backwoods!
[Chorus]
Ready for Busta Rhymes
(Ha ha, ha, huuuuuh!)
He's the one we've all, been waiting for, forever
(Yeah, yeah, just feel what I feel n*ggas!)
Ready for Flipmode Squad
(Yeah, just reach up and just touch the sky n*ggas!)
They're the ones we've all, been waiting for, forever
(Now, hah, yeah, I try so hard to just share that sh*t that I'm feelin'!)
Ready for Busta Rhymes
(All my n*ggas just talk to me!)
He's the one we've all, been waiting for, forever
(So powerful, Flipmode Squad now!)
Ready for Flipmode Squad
(Yeah, new "Rulership," all my n*ggas just walk in line!)
They're the ones we've all, been waiting for, forever
(Walk in line with me, talk to me now!)

[Outro]
Welcome, we are now in the current state of the Anarchy
We fight, to survive, n*ggas
We fight, to rule our own government
We livin' in a current state, of no f*ckin' government!
n*ggas don't even know how to follow they own spirit
Lost n*ggas, unsure n*ggas, insecure n*ggas
f*ck that, salute, all our motherf*ckers
All my n*ggas ready to hold it down on the front line
We survived it n*ggas, two-thousand
Time for the new bloodline to run sh*t
Enjoy the album
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