Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - Survival Tactics lyrics

[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$$] n***as 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 n***as P-E-Nuts, like they elephants Throw 'em in a trunk if they hate though We don't give a f** 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 sh** 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 n***as 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, n***a [Interlude:] Yo, f** the police n***a f** every a** corrupt politician on Wall Street P.E, Public Enemy, Assa**inator, b**h f** that, f** everything son f** government, f**, listenin' and sh** You want f**in' energy? Dickheads [Verse 2: Capital STEEZ] There's like 6 milli ways to die my n***a choose one Doomsday comin' start investin' in a few guns New gats, b**by 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 motherf**in 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 f**in' ridiculous, finger to the president screamin' "f** censorship! " If Obama got that president election then them P.E boys bout to make an intervention f** 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 n***a