Joey BADA$$ - Survival Tactics (feat. Capital STEEZ) Lyrics
[Intro]It's either, them or youIt's sort of like, survival you know. Survival of the fittest you knowYou do what you do to stay alive[Verse 1:Joey BADA$$]Niggas don't want war I'm a martian with an army of SpartansSparring with a knife in a missile fightGet your intel writing intelligence is irrelevantBut it's definite I spit more than speech impedimentsBrooklyn's the residence, the best and it's evidentWe got them niggas P-E-Nuts, like they elephantsThrow 'em in a trunk if they hate thoughWe don't give a ***** as long as we collect our pesoY'all collect pesos, ya money ain't right hereI got them girls next to the wood like they light-year, I'm right cheaTryna get a buzz, tryna pollinateSTEEZ got that presidential shit out to inaugurateMy P.E conglomerates bout to P-E-E on any wanna B-E, weak MCHere I'm out to leave 'em empty congratulate the semi-autoFire flame spitter like komodoNo time for fake people, they be simmin' like KimoraI'm the empor-ah in search of the adora, my heart go:*Ba boom Ba boom Ba boom boom Ba boom*It's panic like Dora when shots blastSee I was raised that way, I'm from the place where they raise that KLike every day in every way and every where you go, just ain't safeThe only thing I can say, to you is prayCause when niggas start equipin'And throw the clip inYour blood drippin'And got you slippin'Under the victim, don't know whats hit themThrough his spinal, just another man who defeated by survivalThat's your biggest rival, in your whole lifeThese bars you can't handle you better hold tightThey sayin' I'm the best, I'm like you're so rightStill ain't got enough shine to last the whole night, nigga[Interlude]Yo, ***** the police nigga***** every ass corrupt politician on Wall StreetP.E, Public Enemy, Assassinator, ********** that, ***** everything son***** government, *****, listenin' and shitYou want *****in' energy? Dickheads[Verse 2:Capital STEEZ]There's like 6 milli ways to die my nigga choose oneDoomsday comin' start investin' in a few gunsNew gats, *****y traps, and bazooka strapsBetter play your cards right, no booster packsEverybody claim they use to rapBut these ain't even punchlines no more, I'm abusing tracksLeaving instrumentals blue and blackI'm in Marty McFly mode, so tell em' that the future's backRiding on hoverboardsWiping out motherboardsStarted spitting fire cause my mother*****in' lung is scorchedKing Arthur when he swung his swordA king author I ain't even use a pen in like a month or fourI had a hard time writing lyricsNow I'm way over heads, science fictionYou can try and get it, my man the flyest with itWith a mind of finest interests for your finest interestsThey say hard work pays off, well tell the Based God don't quit his day jobCause P.E's about to take off, with protons and electrons homie that's an A-bomb*****in' ridiculous, finger to the president screamin' "***** censorship!"If Obama got that president election then them P.E boys bout to make an intervention***** what I once said, I want the blood shedCause now-a-days for respect you gotta pump leadI guess Columbine was listenin' to Chaka Khan and Pokémon wasn't gettin' recognized at Comic-ConIt's like we've been content with losin'And half our students fallen victim to the institutionJobs are scarce since the Scientific RevolutionAnd little kids are shootin Uzi's cause its given to 'emLittle weapon, code name: Smith and WessonAnd you'll be quick to catch a bullet like an interceptionIf your man try and disrespect it, send a message and it's over in a mili secondNigga
