survival tactics

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

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 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 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

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 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 that 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 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

yo

fuck the police nigga

fuck every ass corrupt politician on wall street

p.e

public enemy

assassinator

bitch

fuck that

fuck everything son

fuck government

fuck

listenin' and shit

you want fuckin' energy? dickheads

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 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

fuckin' ridiculous

finger to the president screamin' fuck censorship! "