Survival Tactics

[Intro:]

It's either, them or you

It's sort of like, survival you know. Survival of the fittest you know

You do what you do to stay alive

[Verse 1: Joey BADA$$]

Niggas don't want war I'm a martian with an army of spartans

Sparring with a knife in a missile fight

Get your intel writing intelligence is irrelevant

But it's definite I spit more than speech impediments

Brooklyns the residence, the best and it's evident

We got them niggas P-E-Nuts, like they elephants

Throw 'em in a trunk if they hate though

We don't give a fuck as long as we collect our pay so,

Ya'll collect pesos, ya money ain't right here

I got them girls next to the wall like they lightyear, I'm right chea

Tryna get a buzz, tryna pollinate

STEEZ got that presidential shit out to inaugurate

My P.E conglomerates bout to P-E-E on any wanna B-E, weak MC

Here I'm out to leave 'em empty congratulate the semi-auto

Fire flame spitter like komodo

No time for fake people, they be simmin' like Kimora

I'm the empor-ah in search of the adora, my heart go:

{Ba boom Ba boom Ba boom boom Ba boom}

Hispanic like Dora when shots blast

See I was raised that way, I'm from the place where they raise that K

Like every day in every way and every where you go, just ain't safe

The only thing that I can say, to you is pray

Cause when niggas start equipin'

And throw the clip in

Your blood drippin'

And got you slippin'

Under the victim, don't know what's hit them

Through his spinal, just another man who defeated by survival

That's your biggest rival, in your whole life

These bars you can't handle you better hold tight

They sayin' I'm the best, I'm like you're so right

Still ain't got enough shine to last the whole night, nigga

[Interlude:]

Yo, fuck the police nigga

Fuck every ass corrupt politician on Wall Street

P.E, Public Enemy, Assassinator, bitch

Fuck that, fuck everything son

Fuck government, Fuck, listenin' and shit

You want fuckin' energy? Dickheads

[Verse 2: Capital STEEZ]

There's like 6 milli ways to die my nigga choose one

Doomsday comin' start investin' in a few guns

New gats, booby traps, and bazooka straps

Better play your cards right, no booster packs

Everybody claim they use to rap

But these ain't even punchlines no more, I'm abusing tracks

Leaving instrumentals blue and black

I'm in Marty McFly mode, so tell em' that the future's back

Riding on hoverboards

Wiping out motherboards

Started spitting fire cause my motherfuckin lung is scorched

King Arthur when he swung his sword

A king author I ain't even use a pen in like a month or four

I had a hard time writing lyrics

Now I'm way over heads, science fiction

You can try and get it, my man the flyest with it

With a mind of finest interests for your finest interests

They say hard work pays off, well tell the Based God don't quit his day job

Cause P.E's about to take off, with protons and electrons homie that's an A-bomb

Fuckin' ridiculous, finger to the president screamin' "fuck censorship! "

If Obama got that president election then them P.E boys bout to make an intervention

Fuck what I once said, I want the blood shed

Cause now-a-days for respect you gotta pump lead

I guess Columbine was listenin' to Chaka Khan and pokemon wasn't gettin' recognized at Comic-Con

It's like we've been content with losin'

And half our students fallen victim to the institution

Jobs are scarce since the Scientific Revolution

And little kids are shootin Uzi's cause it's given to 'em

Little weapon, code name: Smith and Wesson

And you'll be quick to catch a bullet like an interception

If your man try and disrespect it, send a message and it's over in a mili second

Nigga