Lyrical Breakdown of Survival Tactics - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

It's like six 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 & 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