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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-ggas don’t want war—i’m a martian, with an army of spartans
sparring with a knife in a missile fight
get your intel right; your intelligence is irrelevant
but it’s definite; i spit more than speech impediments
brooklyn’s the residence, the best and it’s evident
we got them n-ggas p-e-nuts—like they elephants
throw ’em in a trunk if they hate though
we don’t give a f-ck 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 wood like they light year, i’m right chea
tryna get a buzz, tryna pollinate
st–z got that presidential sh-t time to inaugurate
my p.e.-conglomerates ’bout to p-e-e on any wanna-b-e, weak mc
air ’em out or 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 theodora, my heart go
“ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom-boom”
it’s panic 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-ggas start equippin’, and throw the clip in
your blood drippin’, and got you slippin’
another 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-gga

[interlude]
yo, f-ck the police n-gga
f-ck every -ss-corrupt politician on wall street
p.e., public enemy, -ss-ssinate us—b-tch
f-ck that, f-ck everything, son
f-ck government, f-ck—listenin’ and sh-t
you want f-ckin’ energy? d-ckheads

[verse 2: capital st–z]
it’s like 6 milli ways to die my n-gga choose one
doomsday comin’ start investin’ in a few guns
new gats, b00by traps, and bazooka straps
better play your cards right, no booster packs
everybody claim they used 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
stopped spitting fire ’cause my motherf-ckin’ 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
wouldn’t mind a feign of interest for your finest interest
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-ckin’ ridiculous
finger to the president screamin’, “f-ck censorship!”
if obama got that president election
then them p.e. boys bout to make an intervention
f-ck 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 pokémon wasn’t gettin’ recognized at comic-con
it’s like we’ve been content with losin’
and half our students fallen victim to the inst-tution
jobs are scarce since the scientific revolution
and little kids are shootin’ uzi’s ’cause its 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’s tryna disrespect it
send a message and it’s over in a millisecond—n-gga

[produced by vin skully]

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