Joey Bada$$ - Survival Tactics (Instrumental WITH PAUSES)
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- Instrumental remake of Survival Tactics based on Survival Tactics by Styles of Beyond (prod. Vin Skully).
I do not own any rights to this instrumental.
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Lyrics:
[Verse 1: Joey]
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 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 wood 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
Air 'em 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
It's panic 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 equippin'
And throw the clip in
Your blood drippin'
And got you slippin'
Another victim
Don't know whats 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
[Interlude]
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: 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
Stopped 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 fine 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
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 blood shed
Cause now-a-days 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 disrepect it
Send a message and it's over in a millisecond - nigga
![JID, Denzel Curry - Bruuuh Remix [INSTRUMENTAL]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/DJ1vPpUjTsk/mqdefault.jpg)
This was produced by Vin Scully. So creative. I love how the hi-hats sound like roaches scuttling
The sportscaster who called dodger games?
I don’t think you have that right
Vin Skully
Thought this was a Madlib beat? Tf
@@jameslastname1346 Vin Skully, he is some producer
Haha was checkin another good version of this that didnt have pauses, then searched WITH PAUSES and got here haha thanks heaps homie
Banzai Hunter hey I was wondering if you know any other instrumentals/ type beats that do have these pauses; it’s fucking sick to rap through that and and have the beat just drop in, looking for more of those
doesnt have the gun cocking sound tho. :/ and the second pause is too long
i feel like i’ve heard this in a cool math games game or something like that, but i can’t put my finger on it
First time i heard it i thought it wad abloons td sample. Those games are on coolmathgames so that might be why
uses some instruments from things like papas pizzeria
really? what song @@Ethyrus
@@NIICO540 pretty much every song from the game has that instrument you hear in Survival Tactics. Just play the game you'll hear it
tell them that the futures back
riding round on hoverboard
wiping out motherboards
still spittin fire cus my mf lung is scorched
like king arthur when he swug his sword
king arthur i aint even use a pen in like a month or four
+keemz if you're gonna post lyrics the least you could do is get them right
+Ross Stockman so true
+Ross Stockman its rlly not that serious
+Mataio Hanrahan not that serious
+keemz and you still can't even spell right
[Intro:]
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
[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 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
[Interlude:]
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
[Verse 2: Capital STEEZ]
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! "
If Obama got that president election then them P.E boys bout to make an intervention
Fuck what I once said, I want the blood shed
Cause now-a-days for respect you gotta pump lead
I guess Columbine was listenin' to Chaka Khan and pokemon 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 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 try and disrespect it, send a message and it's over in a mili second
Nigga
It’s “feign of interest”
this perfect nice job dude
thanks!
thanks for this one homie, shit smooth asf
"Survival Tactics"
(feat. Capital STEEZ)
[Intro:]
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
[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 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
[Interlude:]
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
[Verse 2: Capital STEEZ]
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! "
If Obama got that president election then them P.E boys bout to make an intervention
Fuck what I once said, I want the blood shed
Cause now-a-days for respect you gotta pump lead
I guess Columbine was listenin' to Chaka Khan and pokemon 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 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 try and disrespect it, send a message and it's over in a mili second
Nigga
It’s panic like dora*
There are so many errors 😂
does anyone have a beat like this with the same epic PAUSE but not this instrumental???i wanna spit someething that sounds like this but not this beacease u know....of copyright purposes n shit.
damm 7 years ago no one replied
@@arianmohseni9356 ikr im still waiting l0lll
@@TonyDaGreat damn dawg, you still kept that verse?
u still writing that verse twin?
@@profiles_ l0ll nahh
This song was samples from a song called "El Raton" by Cheo Feliciano. Funny how music is recycled to be used into different genres! #ProEra
Eyyyy, thought i was the only one who peeped that. Its not really sampled, but hip hop heads remade that sounds and tweeked it. #TheMoreYaKnow
Sampled, mixed, whatever. It sounds glorious haha. Good looking out pro.
Omar Cereceres styles of beyond - survival tactics. Thats the song that created this beat
Yeah I know that, but the original sample comes from "El Raton".
Omar Cereceres Yes I know that, but SoB created this beat.
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! "
If Obama got that president election then them P.E boys bout to make an intervention
Fuck what I once said, I want the blood shed
Cause now-a-days for respect you gotta pump lead
I guess Columbine was listenin' to Chaka Khan and pokemon 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 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 try and disrespect it, send a message and it's over in a mili second
Nigga
i just MURDERED this beat...
RIP steez
Not as advertised,
Imagine my ego magnifys,
In the presence of that apple eye,
That you share in my-
Peripheral exhibiting its wearabouts,
You got me gettin hot lik fareignheight,
Where will i-
Find a safe place to carage by?
Without robbery or sabotage,
How culd i-
Identify-
The wind wen it flys by?
Care to provide?
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
[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]
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“SURVIVAL TACTICS” TRACK INFO
Featuring
Capital STEEZ
Produced By
Vin Skully
Written By
Joey Bada$$ & Capital STEEZ
Release Date
July 12, 2011
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COMMENTS
farrous 21,072
8 years ago
IMHO STEEZ’s flow here is one of the GOAT. RIP
+266 UPVOTES
yas19 584
7 years ago
steez fucking demolished this shit like dude was really the next goat
+203 UPVOTES
fuhq 266
7 years ago
RIP STEEZ, damn man.
+131 UPVOTES
Dxpebxye 236
7 years ago
Jamal will be back in 2047. R.I.P Capital Steez
+85 UPVOTES
drummy23 314
7 years ago
Both Joey and Steez kill it on this track but i think i have to give the edge to Steez. the interlude was really smooth and if RG theory on it is correct it just perfects this track.
+77 UPVOTES
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Take a second and peep my remix, its the last video i uploaded, also, who do i give credit for the remake to?
There’s no point in looking at your remix cause I know the orginal is better
0:15
0:55
Now stand right back stand right back and salute me
[Intro]
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
[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
this sounds like a boss fight for a ps1 game
My God someone who knows music please tell me what kind of drum that is that shit with the boom bap is fucking HOT 🔥
we got the same birthday thats tight as fuck ♋
It must be the fucking drugs thats got my mind twisted
All this weed in my system has got me lifted
And I know I'm Hip-Hop gifted
SO SON GET WIDD ITT
Time is of the essence I'm waiting for you to admit it
Time to turn around and shift it,
Grab the keys were gonna drift it
lets split this cup n not give a fuck
burn the rubber off the tires, like a puck
and dude I'm stuck in this life of mine
Home Town 519, where me and my homies shine
where the desgin is ghetto
Hold on grab tight and dont let go
This is a Styles of Beyond beat.
Can't stand it when dudes don't even care to give proper credits.
J_pegging
yall dont want me as an enemy
i got my identity tatted in bar code on the back of my head so im scarred mentally
i cant reach serenity till i run a hegemony
so call me the Kennedy of the 21st century
im the legendary
cemetery visionary
spittin dysentery over industry emissaries
who take pennies but dont leave any, guess they know that they're temporary
the prelim to my amazing medullary (metalary)
ima bury you in a ditch, dirt 6 feet high
i meant to be scary im just that guy
im harry catching the golden snitch im just that fly
able to steal your bitch like clockwerk, im just that sly
so pay attention to my lines or
get lobotomized with the rhymes
have your canines danglin waste high
with this sublime shit
if i end up doin time ima spend 90% of it writin to ease my mind its
kind of the only thing that works aside from smokin the highest
quality available, gettin high as your highness
with no heir to the throne because the rest of yall are spineless
call me Al Pacino every kill i get is righteous
morally justified as dismembering isis
members
call me the dark defender
hunting sex offenders in broad day
i jump the gun always, i like the run
put you life in the car chase
pause:
{put your life into blaces hands youre done youre crawlin away with a flawed face
covered in blood, and ive just only begun
it started as charity but at this point im erasing you for fun
its time for you to meet the face of the gun}
meet the face of the sun
thats me
unbeatable heat like impetent meat no bun , no cum
"i wanna listen to shitty music" said no one
so hang it up before the next track runs
0:18 0:18
0:18 0:18
I need a sharpener, just to sharpen my tongue
And homie you ain’t sharp enough, so you gon drop when I’m done
You ain’t puttin in if you ain’t brought what i brung
And if you ain’t pullin triggers than you shot by the gun
I’m not on the run, and fuck you I got what I want
About 4hunnit dollas and a pistol to flaunt
And now I’m burning thru my paper like the first of the month
And pullin out my hair to write the verse that I want
(Aah)
And yea I know I’m always making mistakes, but I can make it up by making sure that we always get paid
Never delayed
Well fed and we scraping the plate
Leaving stains in the way, cuz I always get played
My legs strong cuz I’m carrying weight
And if you’re coming for my neck you should be very afraid
Cuz I’m back on my bull shit and tighter than braids
Walking in the dark so I’m lighting the way
And if you talking wild than I’m right in ya face
Gettin all up in your bubble and your personal space
I do it, anytime, anywhere, anyplace
Fuck around and roll your body in a cigarette case
And you do anything to win this frivolous race
And if you’re lookin you can find me where my silhouette stays
I gotta, bunch of ways. Make you crunch for days
And if I’m hungry than I’m eating you for lunch today
I need a, blunt with haze at least once a day
If I don’t get it than I’m slaughtering a bunch of preys
Pass the tray, or pass away
Cuz I’m plannin on the planet getting plaques todayyyy
I apologize but you can never diss me
I know everything you got to say against me
So you can miss me
I am what a bitch needs
Pretty boy swag smellin fresher than some Whitneyyy
We those mufukas on a higher elevation
Meditation
Reincarnation
Know what I’m saying
Start a riot
Start a fire
Stand up stand out and never remain quiet
Ny love but im from tex 47/pro era are legends
Milano è pazza, città di matti
Ti cerchi una ragazza tra i tanti ricatti
Intanto ti fai di stazza ma se poi li vedi scappi
Sono l’MC preferito dal tuo rapper preferito
Come MF DOOM con una maschera ti do il benservito
Diongue ception non mi serve un introduction
Come Ice Cube dopo l’album Lethal Injection
Non rovinare la mia Collection di rapperini scaduti
Che fanno i bruti tra i grandi
Io Rappo per gli ascoltatori, i cazzoni e i fattoni
Che hanno iniziano a farsi di erba
Dalle medie e Dalle superiori
Voglio parlare col governatore, l’ambasciatore e il boia
E consigliargli per noia
Di tagliar meglio le teste
Per giocare a calcio nelle feste
Sono così avanti che i miei non si sono ancora conosciuti
Per pensare a una rima ti servono 10 fottuti minuti
Adesso parlo sopra il beat
Come mi dite da anni
Mentre tu skippi gli album skit
Io faccio più danni della guerra dei trent’anni
Stai tranquillo che scriverò oro con questa mano
Talmente tanto oro che ci costruirò un aeroplano
Sono come uno sciame, ti taglio con tre lame e intanto scrivo nel mio esame così dopo posso usare il mio... liricismo
Sei talmente basso che sembri Gremlin Gizmo
Stai lontano dal mic senno useremo il mismo
Tu parli tanto di razzismo ma non sai cosa io ho visto
Uomo senza pietà, senza tatto
Come GZA per battermi ti servirà lo scacco matto
1-2-3-4
Da quanto sono avanti sono sia concreto che astratto
Sono il figlio del consiglio meglio di luglio
A mantenere il mare sono meglio di uno scoglio
Rima interna luminosa quanto una lanterna
Amar governa
Quanto la sua bravura eterna
Survival tactics got us look like fanatics with strapped up automatics take just the top off attics breaking backs when rounds attack in all black running fast trying to blast the Mac til its tired of that like good food rounds slap knock mountains off the map hittin chest plates putting him down for nap two in the ally way got him in a trap only thing getting pushed is rounds to the back of the head run right in to it call it a toe stubbed on the bed rubbed out cause we only see red now running around putting fertilizer down under planting him for his eternal slumber rounds turn him into another number only way he’s the one rounds go dumb cause they go stupid when we shootin except they didn’t get held back they doin quick math it’s really too bad how we caught you like that shouldn’t of got mad cause we find where they rest at then put them back for a longer nap often in the coffin before they can tap for sure we beat them like that
we track trackstars who think they Mac is just as bad as it gets
hired by the morgue like they getting bored with it and they need more hits
I know it’s morbid I can’t regret it I’m just a veteran who knocks off bits
test them if they about the shit like a critic they still can get caught without it
did this with no challenge like only this savage thinks beats ravish designer is the only lavish we can have at least it’s not half as bad as it use to be straight up writing people’s eulogies
Leave them in a tough spot description rough and hot cleaning them up grab a mop trap it come shop rappin hot like Jeffy pop it’s like I can’t stop until lungs drop
I’m too clever for y’all you better stand tall or crumble fall onto heads like good ideas didn’t mean to be mean please excuse me we just got a history of wars kicking doors leave whores on all fours not by force but it was yours smashing more than buttons titles mean nothing actions are something to watch cause this type beef you can’t squash it’s nothing or all low funds no need wash ops fake getting people killed like posh say they got drakes mines as fat as josh so pish posh your threats white washed switched watch like your turn blunts hit harder when it’s just another past tense target
off it coughing gas from the coffin boxing them way too often talkin about packing them for packages cracking so called savages
sounds a bit like naruto soundtrack- predicament
Why dont you like me
Why dont you like me
Why dont you like me
Why dont you like me
Most people wanna fight me cuz im the kid that gives them fear
Even though im well rounded like a sphere
This is the premier of something great
I just gotta wait i know this is my fate
It wont be late
I be snappin off on every track from the first to the last
I will remain unsurpassed
This is my craft
Beacause they trash
This music spread like a rash
When you got problems let me ask you who do you go to
They mad
I got em tied up like a hairdo this art is something like kungfu
And these dreams im going to pursue
Cookin these bous lecor lon bleu
Never gonna stop everytime is juss like i debut
Science wanna study me i am a breakthrough
Letvitate through all the hate
Got people tellin me everyday to stop but never not even when i get to the top
Damnnn
Mot even when i get to the top
No one ever gonna take my spot
Im gonna ride legends neva die
So even if i pass away
Ill come back reancarnated domething bigger than doctor dre
You just gotta belive in me
I got one person that do
She the best of her kind
Always stay on her grind
Like a goddess and perfection combined
The type to make my vison blind
Oh man the way she shine
Got me manipulated
So bad shes greatly hated
Shes gods donation
Her value theres no estimation
My girl
This lady
Sje curve every dude so they think she shady
But she dont really like them
She ain't affected by the fame
Damn shes one of a kind no ones ever been made the same
yo why dont you like me
why dont you like me
why dont you like me
is it beacuse i have the baddest chick
or cuz im a star athlete
or maybe its because i can flow circles round you like its a track meet
lastly this message goes out to any label tryna sign me
i will truly be a gift to your buisness
check the mixtape its called ambitions
hybrid boy
why dont you like me
why why why why dont you like
me
get like me
or get right G
Oscar Montenegro explain this to me it’s dope but doesn’t seem to have the same rhyme scheme as this song
On est ensemble t’entend ça gratte sur tes faces b crades c’est assez dar t’es gars s’écartent pour m’laisser passer
On nous encense franchement ça m’rassure tes track perraves t’es Wack m’écrase c’est pas l’scenar qu’vous ai préparé
On fout l’ambiance t’entend la j’parle juste des années rap j’ai ramné l’allié d’la vrai face m’ont tous traités de taré
On fais l’zouave dans l‘changement ça m’a usé vla des fois et l’mal separé tracté et sa couz fait trépaner
C’est louche ce mouv Est sournois
J’étouffe je pousse ouais pousse toi
J’gravirais les marchés quoi qu’ileu m’arrive
J’ravive les flammes des Idiomatique
C’est l’but que j’ai batard
C’est putes ne sait pas l’rap tout le monde c’est monosyllabique quoi
M
C’est le son d’scene prototype as fait quoi
PRose trop docile mes pros t’autopsient
Ils on pleins de flow stylé même sur une impro piné
Mec yta pas d’race tu veux copiner
C’est katana vs opinel
Il t’fait du fond pour nous faire re piner
On a du flow on ouvre les robinets promis j’tabreuve
Le cromi j’maneuvre
Même tous estropié jeunesse optimée
Il faut s’y mettre , la balle est au 6 mètres il faut briller
Obligé après ça part au tropiques
Ou j’finis paro trop ivre
Mais j’profite gava y’a pas sûres blunts qui d’passent
C’est le 6 ces mc caillent mec c’est efficace
J’graille conçu comme des whiskas
Casse les wack comme des Kit Kat
J’essaye d’atteindre le succès ma montre à crié tic tac
Les jeunes veulent le ticket d’or
La montre fait tiketikétok
Biatch
J’suis avec mes pirates sur le bateau pillage et gaspillage
4 pirates crachent l’image de leur chef crucifié
Je l’ai accroché pour six billets
Gros J’fume tout sauf du cbn
Elle bouge ses bras dans tout les sens comme dans ymca
J’ai dunké entre ses jambes comme si c’tqit un match de NBA
Anyway j’ai jiclé depuis je suis matrixé
Jamais appris à mixer comme les vidéos d’amixem
J’ai craché sur ton p’tit gars et il a pris l’seum
J’en baise 72 mais elles ne sont pas toutes vierges
Ici on coupe au clorox et au capri-sun
Mais jamais tu m’verra fumer sur la synthèse
j’me fais grave chier j’ecris 1 texte
puis même un texte ou deux
Salut j’appelle Julio j’suis pas très beau et j’suis tout keuss
Si j’ose pas prendre le mic à des soirées c’est surtout que
Il faudrais qu’ j’apprenne à causer sans entreprendre de smoke la kush
Miséricorde
J’arrive dans c’jeu en old school
Au secours fuck tout ces vautours
J’traine avec tout mes peau rouge
Pas d’maquette que des fausse couche
Faut s’coucjer tôt et aussi tôt qu’j’me couche j’provoque un grosse toux
le genre qui fais des s’coussent ma douce
Le flow je saupoudre dans la brousse
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The pauses are too long.
thats how it is in the song
David Boyd No it ain't cause I literally just listened to the instrumental with the lyrics from rap genius up and it's way too long to fit how the lyrics go with the original song.
DOOMTHEORY Wrong, its approx 10 seconds in the real song and this is 9.8 seconds.. so technically it is too short
Felt right to me ,I squeeze some shit in perfect
yea uh
leggo
stickin to the tactics /
following the mission /
aiming wit the nice punchlines
bussin with persision
/ only with permission /
to spit these lethal rhymes /
fuck the goverment because when god come
he'll divide your academy mathimatically /, keepin this world hectic /
but only know that y'all only last for a milisecond / better tell these niggas and cops to put down their weapons /
fuck niggas stressin
/ Stretchin from one place to another
/ like a condom, only that we not protected /
so get this febreeze cuz we have a chance to refresh this shit / it dont matter now / but it'll matter later / eat a now or later / and you will understand peace is the perception / an unknown kid / feel so dead am i resurrected / if you caught that punchline that you intercepted /
Tao khuyên mày hãy đặc bút xuống và xé tờ giấy này đi,
Ở mỗi chủ đề, trong mỗi con beef, đều có cái cớ thầy ghi,
who can i talk to bout using this??
[Intro:]
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
[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 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
Milano è pazza, città di matti
Ti cerchi una ragazza tra i tanti ricatti
Intanto ti fai di stazza ma se poi li vedi scappi
Tua mamma s’incazza e divento greco rompo i piatti
Sono l’MC preferito dal tuo rapper preferito
Come MF DOOM con una maschera ti do il benservito
Diongue ception non mi serve un introduction
Come Ice Cube dopo Lethal Injection
Non rovinare la mia Collection di rapperini scaduti
Che fanno i bruti tra i grandi
Io Rappo per gli ascoltatori, i cazzoni e i fattoni
Che hanno iniziano a farsi di erba
Dalle medie e Dalle superiori
Voglio parlare col governatore, l’ambasciatore e il boia
E consigliargli per noia
Di tagliar meglio le teste
Per giocare a calcio nelle feste
Sono così avanti che i miei non si sono ancora conosciuti
Per pensare a una rima ti servono 10 fottuti minuti
Adesso parlo sopra il beat
Come mi dite da anni
Mentre tu skippi gli album skit
Io faccio più danni della guerra dei trent’anni
Stai tranquillo che scriverò oro con questa mano
Talmente tanto oro che ci costruirò un aeroplano
Sono come uno sciame, ti taglio con tre lame e intanto scrivo nel mio esame così dopo posso usare il mio... liricismo
Sei talmente basso che sembri il Gremlin Gizmo
Stai lontano dal mic senno useremo il mismo
Tu parli tanto di razzismo ma non sai cosa io ho visto
Uomo senza pietà, senza tatto
Come GZA per battermi ti servirà lo scacco matto
1-2-3-4
Da quanto sono avanti sono sia concreto che astratto
Sono di rap malato non sono mai stato amato ma ti dico che se sono una merda tu sei il terzo strato
Ti colpisco di lato e anche di fronte ti gira la testa non ti faccio capire niente
Se ti dicono che sei forte la gente mente perché non riesci a mettere insieme manco una merda decente
Adesso ti dico l’alfabeto sono forte quanto l’aceto perché è uguale a 1000 il mio quoziente
Amar addossa amarezza agli amanti
Basta barare bussando bei brutti birbanti
Cazzo calate carte cartomanti coi coglioni che castrano cazzeggiando i coglioni agli altri
Dito destro disegnante diamanti dai dilettanti
Destrezza domante delle rime disarmanti
E adesso elefanti entusiasmati entusiasmanti entusiastano la folla entusiastata e adesso basta
Sono il figlio del consiglio meglio di luglio
A mantenere il mare sono meglio di uno scoglio
Rima interna luminosa quanto una lanterna
Amar governa
Quanto la sua bravura eterna
Milano è pazza, città di matti
Ti cerchi una ragazza tra i tanti ricatti
Intanto ti fai di stazza ma se poi li vedi scappi
Tua mamma s’incazza e divento greco rompo i piatti
Sono l’MC preferito dal tuo rapper preferito
Come MF DOOM con una maschera ti do il benservito
Diongue ception non mi serve un introduction
Come Ice Cube dopo Lethal Injection
Non rovinare la mia Collection di rapperini scaduti
Che fanno i bruti tra i grandi
Io Rappo per gli ascoltatori, i cazzoni e i fattoni
Che hanno iniziano a farsi di erba
Dalle medie e Dalle superiori
Voglio parlare col governatore, l’ambasciatore e il boia
E consigliargli per noia
Di tagliar meglio le teste
Per giocare a calcio nelle feste
Sono così avanti che i miei non si sono ancora conosciuti
Per pensare a una rima ti servono 10 fottuti minuti
Adesso parlo sopra il beat
Come mi dite da anni
Mentre tu skippi gli album skit
Io faccio più danni della guerra dei trent’anni
Stai tranquillo che scriverò oro con questa mano
Talmente tanto oro che ci costruirò un aeroplano
Sono come uno sciame, ti taglio con tre lame e intanto scrivo nel mio esame così dopo posso usare il mio... liricismo
Sei talmente basso che sembri il Gremlin Gizmo
Stai lontano dal mic senno useremo il mismo
Tu parli tanto di razzismo ma non sai cosa io ho visto
Uomo senza pietà, senza tatto
Come GZA per battermi ti servirà lo scacco matto
1-2-3-4
Da quanto sono avanti sono sia concreto che astratto
Sono di rap malato non sono mai stato amato ma una cosa ti dico: se sono una merda tu sei il terzo strato
Ti colpisco di lato, di fronte ti gira la testa e non ti faccio capire niente
Se il tuo fra ti dice che sei forte mente perché non riesci a mettere insieme manco una merda decente
Sono il figlio del consiglio meglio di luglio
A mantenere il mare sono meglio di uno scoglio
Rima interna luminosa quanto una lanterna
Amar governa
Quanto la sua bravura eterna
Milano è pazza, città di matti
Ti cerchi una ragazza tra i tanti ricatti
Intanto ti fai di stazza ma se poi li vedi scappi
Tua mamma s’incazza e divento greco rompo i piatti
Sono l’MC preferito dal tuo rapper preferito
Come MF DOOM con una maschera ti do il benservito
Diongue ception non mi serve un introduction
Come Ice Cube dopo Lethal Injection
Non rovinare la mia Collection di rapperini scaduti
Che fanno i bruti tra i grandi
Io Rappo per gli ascoltatori, i cazzoni e i fattoni
Che hanno iniziano a farsi di erba
Dalle medie e Dalle superiori
Voglio parlare col governatore, l’ambasciatore e il boia
E consigliargli per noia
Di tagliar meglio le teste
Per giocare a calcio nelle feste
Sono così avanti che i miei non si sono ancora conosciuti
Per pensare a una rima ti servono 10 fottuti minuti
Adesso parlo sopra il beat
Come mi dite da anni
Mentre tu skippi gli album skit
Io faccio più danni della guerra dei trent’anni
Stai tranquillo che scriverò oro con questa mano
Talmente tanto oro che ci costruirò un aeroplano
Sono come uno sciame, ti taglio con tre lame e intanto scrivo nel mio esame così dopo posso usare il mio... liricismo
Sei talmente basso che sembri il Gremlin Gizmo
Stai lontano dal mic senno useremo il mismo
Tu parli tanto di razzismo ma non sai cosa io ho visto
Uomo senza pietà, senza tatto
Come GZA per battermi ti servirà lo scacco matto
1-2-3-4
Da quanto sono avanti sono sia concreto che astratto
Sono di rap malato non sono mai stato amato ma ti dico che se sono una merda tu sei il terzo strato
Ti colpisco di fronte e di lato ti gira la testa non capisci niente
Se ti dicono che sei forte la gente mente perché non riesci a mettere insieme manco una merda decente
Qua qui vuole diventare milionario dica quiz
R-I-P per il Capital Steez
Cazzo guardi tutto il tempo se vuoi una foto faccio cheese
Adesso ti dico l’alfabeto lo capisci, appena avrò finito a-z ti sbalordisci
Amar addossa amarezza agli amanti
Basta barare bussando bei brutti birbanti
Cazzo calate carte cartomanti coi coglioni che castrano cambiando i coglioni agli altri
Dito destro disegnante diamanti dai dilettanti
La destrezza domante delle rime disarmanti
E adesso elefanti energizzanti entusiastano la folla entusiastata e adesso basta
Mi sono rotto
Sono pronto una cazzo di festa
Mi sento carico quanto una renna il giorno di Natale
Scarico il guanto su una penna in un porno accidentale
Lo sai bene che il Rap posso farlo bene e anche male
Da quanto sono Nas potrei andare al tale e quale
Sono il figlio del consiglio meglio di luglio
A mantenere il mare sono meglio di uno scoglio
Rima interna luminosa quanto una cazzo di lanterna
Amar governa
Quanto la sua bravura eterna