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

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Survival Tactics" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Joey Bada$$ feat. Capital Steez weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Survival Tactics" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Joey Bada$$ feat. Capital Steez employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Joey Bada$$ feat. Capital Steez's narrative.

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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