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[MR. MFN EXQUIRE]


"Salutations... (America)"


[Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire:]
Yeah salutations America...
Yeah salutations America...
Oh salutations America...
Yeah salutations...
Oh salutations America...
Salutations America... yeah
Oh... salutations America

[Verse 1:]
I'm grateful to grace your presence
In this art form performed by many greats and legends
From east coast to west coast, dirty south and weston
From JD to Cambo, DJ quick indefinite
Cause every nigga with skills who never got they credit
But stacks of bills piled up without a platinum record
6 dollars and the fact that y'all molded my style
Gave me will to stand up when everything's going down
Hell, this game is so wild, one day you stand on top
The next day you in denial because your album flopped
Blame your A&R, blame your promotions department
"My dream is straight heat, they didn't know how to market it"
Stop it, this game's the revolver doe
What goes around comes around right before you know
That's karma, take heat on the things you show
That's why I count my blessings now in case I'm next to blow
Y'know?

Yeah... salutations America
Yeah... salutations America
Yeah... salutations America
Yo... yeah salutations

[Verse 2:]
USA, it's me, you know the guy that you tried to play
The chunky nigga in ya class who couldn't find his way
I'm back to make a mill and rub it all in your face
Me and gutted next to storm, in a Diamond jay
Sugar pac, no fuck that, puffing big
On a pathway a steamroller crushed this shit
Ashes to ashes, bones, dust to dust and shit
It's Duff before the solid, we illustrious
So he stuck with me, and I'm stuck with him
Tadow, hip hop verse on the eighth, rap brown
Revel-loose on every thug, not scared to clap rounds
The leader of the lost generation, my brains exhausted
On the thoughts on the things that we facing
Failure's not an option so I'm pacing
I'm contemplating my great escape like Prince in Black Gangsta
A inch a way from bleeding on the pavement
A foot away from crawling with this ball and chain on my anklet
I'm screaming praying at a nigga, make it
But if I don't, I'm banking on agent Po to come and take it
That's right

Uh... salutations America
Oh... salutations America
Oh... salutations America
Yeah... salutations
Oh... salutations America
Salutations America
Salutations America
Salutations...

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