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Survival Tactics Lyrics – Joey Badass feat. Capital STEEZ

    Survival Tactics is a popular song by Joey Badass featuring Capital STEEZ, from the 2012 album 1999. Check words to Joey Badass Survival Tactics Lyrics in English below.

    Survival Tactics Lyrics – Joey Badass feat. Capital STEEZ 

    [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
    Niggas don’t want war, I’m a martian with an army of Spartans
    Sparring with a knife in a missile fight
    Get your intel right, your intelligence is irrelevant
    But it’s definite, I spit more than speech impediments
    Brooklyn’s the residence, the best and it’s evident
    We got ’em niggas P.E. nuts, like they elephants
    Throw ’em in a trunk if they hate, though
    We don’t give a fuck as long as we collect our pay, so
    Y’all collect pesos, your money ain’t right here
    I got them girls next to the wood like they Lightyear, I’m right chea
    Tryna get a buzz, tryna pollinate
    STEEZ got that presidential shit, time to inaugurate
    My P.E. conglomerates, ’bout to P-E-E on any wanna-B-E, weak MC
    Air ’em out or leave ’em empty, congratulate the semi-auto
    Fire flame spitter like komodo
    No time for fake people, they be Simmin’ like Kimora
    I’m the empor-ah in search of Theodora
    My heart go, “ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom-boom”
    It’s panic like Dora when shots blast
    See I was raised that way, I’m from the place where they raised that ‘K
    Like every day in every way, and everywhere you go just ain’t safe
    The only thing that I can say to you is, “Pray”
    ‘Cause when niggas start equippin’, and throw the clip in
    Your blood drippin’, and catch you slippin’
    Another victim, don’t know what’s hit them—through his spinal
    Just another man who defeated by survival
    That’s your biggest rival, in your whole life
    These bars you can’t handle, you better hold tight
    They sayin’ I’m the best, I’m like, “You’re so right”
    Still ain’t got enough shine to last the whole night, nigga
    [Bridge: Joey Bada$$ & Capital STEEZ]
    Yo, fuck the police, nigga
    Fuck every ass-corrupt politician on Wall Street
    P.E., public enemy, assassinate us, bitch!
    Fuck that! Fuck everything, son
    Fuck government, fuck listenin’ and shit
    You want fuckin’ energy? Dickheads

    [Verse 2: Capital STEEZ]
    It’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 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
    Start 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, I been 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
    Ugh, 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 bloodshed
    ‘Cause nowadays 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 institution
    Jobs are scarce since the Scientific Revolution
    And little kids are shootin’ Uzis ’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’s tryna disrespect it
    Send a message and it’s over in a millisecond, nigga
    [Produced by Vin Skully]


    Writer(s): Joey Bada$$, Capital STEEZ

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