Salute - Drapht, Suffa

These other emcees spit 'bout living big

And boast 'bout the shit they buy

Well I got Moby Dick up in my fridge

I got bigger fish to fry

They’re feelin' Suff like half their limbs are broken

They’re feelin' Drapht like half the window’s open

And that’s incredible, that we can get 'em all

Open from something we’ve spoken, so let 'em all

Talk 'bout their gorgeous new wristwatch and let it be

Awkward as high-fiving fist bumps, 'cause they could be

Talkin' 'bout life and how it’s rough, instead they be

Talkin' 'bout their rights and it sucks and it’s succ-

Ess that does it, so salute to those who it doesn’t

Effect, yes, the chosen few who just love and

Respect, if you take life and share it all

I salute you like a five-star general

We salute

We all salute you

And you, and you

Salute

Yeah, I’m saying Sydney to London

One thing we know

Is how to salute you

It’s for you

You see at times I lost track of what I’m doing this for

Tours were wars, between source and ego

Now I see no evil, an upheaval

No longer see the world through the eye of the keyhole

Behold a golden age, a whole new nation

Holds a whole new race without a race against

Time, a whole new location, a place

That doesn’t involve doctors but revolves around patience

Never believed in Que Sera, Sera

Now whatever’s going to be will be

'Cause I believe every shooting star

Is just a piece of my freedom, another key to my dreams

Literally it’s history in the makin'

More in it for me than just a piece of the bacon

Seeing different faces each day of the week

Well Suffa will change your life just by making a beat

Now that’s special

Can’t you see that’s incredible, no

But see when you’re deemed credible they seem to forget it all

Inevidtably they start feeding the animal

The ego, love’s a pedastal and it’s your most lethal

Weapon, deceitful as you can see through

It is a Lesson that you should breathe through

I’m tellin' all my people it’s for you

These other emcees spit 'bout living big

And boast 'bout the shit they buy

Well I got Moby Dick up in my fridge

I got bigger fish to fry

These other emcees spit 'bout living big

And boast 'bout the shit they buy

Well I got Moby Dick up in my fridge

I got bigger fish to fry

We salute

We all salute you

And you, and you

Salute

Yeah, I’m saying Sydney to London

One thing we know

Is how to salute you

It’s for you

Salute you

And you, and you

Salute you

It’s for you