Joey Badass Survival Tactics
(Verse)
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 right 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 f..ck as long as we collect our peso
Ya'll collect pesos, ya money ain't right here
I got them girls next to the wood 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 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 whats 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, f..ck the police nigga
F..ck every ass corrupt politician on Wall Street
P.E, Public Enemy, Assassinator, bitch
F..ck that, f..ck everything son
F..ck government, F..ck, listenin' and shit
You want f..ckin' energy? Dickheads
(Verse)
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 Arthur 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..ckin' ridiculous, finger to the president screamin'
"fuck 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
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 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 try and disrespect it, send a message and
it's over in a
mili second
Nigga