Survival Tactics (feat. Capital Steez)

**** 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 **** 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, y'all money ain't right here

I got 'em 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 and 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 emperor 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 **** 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, ****

Yo, fuck the police, ****

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

It's like six milli' ways to die, my ****, choose one

Doomsday comin', start investing 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, wipin' 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 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

Uh, 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' 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, ****