Joey Bada$$ x Capital STEEZ – Survival Tactics (Official Video)
17 year old Brooklyn native Joey BadA$$ debuts his video for “Survival Tactics” the first release off his solo Project “1999”. The song features fellow Brooklyn based artist Capital STEEZ. Joey along with Steez are original memebers of the BK based movement Pro Era. The project is being released by SOW the brainchild of Cinematic Music Group and Creative Control.tv
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This track is so unbelievably densely packed. Gems almost every line. And a ft. that would overshadow most mains only for this one to ascend to that god-level as well.
Didn’t realize how good Steez was man. Pure talent I wouldn’t doubt that Joey had something to do wit his death, at the least didn’t really care bout dude at the end is what I keep hearing. Tragic he had too go so soon.
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
[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
[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 hover boards, 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
long live steez. we still here my brotha
rest in peace steez, would’ve been one of the greatest rappers if he were still around
It’s criminal this never passed 100MIL
New York came from good music like this. To everybody somehow talking like pop smoke & using the same beats
Happy 30th King Steelo!!!
Capital steez would’ve been great!
Where the fuck BK at?
one of the greatest rap songs
Future God's here bruh
over 20 mill STEEZ.. ❤ #longliveSTEELO
This one of the hardest songs of the 2010s.
This track is so unbelievably densely packed. Gems almost every line. And a ft. that would overshadow most mains only for this one to ascend to that god-level as well.
Agreed talent
11 years later wtf, time goes so fast
https://youtu.be/coF-KsSb4iU
Playing this when the U.n knockz on my door. And blasting.
Reminds me of some classic rap. I enjoy it.
Dang sick verse
Grrrttt easyyy
today it’s been 11 years since this timeless album came out, been listening to it since i was 10, im 19 now, shits crazy, joey badasssss
Indigo childen
Didn’t realize how good Steez was man. Pure talent I wouldn’t doubt that Joey had something to do wit his death, at the least didn’t really care bout dude at the end is what I keep hearing. Tragic he had too go so soon.
These niggas was Prodigys
STEEZ wrote every bar
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
[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
[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 hover boards, 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
« I spit more than speech impediment »
I don’t like lyrical rap that much but this is goated
Song deserves more Views
Damn they spazzed on this track.
This hits bro
R.I.P STEEZ
Left us while just getting started RIP Steez
years later and ill still play this song its a classic fr
What a classic
Joey rap like Biggie + Pac