SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST

[Intro]
(Salem)

[Verse 1: salemkuma]
Catch me posted at my local bodega eatin' the best shit
New Jersey in this bitch, you fuck around, you might just get hit
Pop a pistol like a junkie wit' acid, I'm gettin' desperate
I catch you lackin' wit' no mothafuckin' med kit
In this world, the famous want to mold you
You think you fuckin' tough, and just because you got a gold tooth
I spit this shit, so you can't say nobody told you
"I want the deep end Akuma, I miss the old you!"
Well he's back, in fact, he's rippin' the track
And know I get a boy whacked, hoe, I'm rushin' attacks
Like clickity-clack, sip yak, while I'm smokin' ya' pack
You keep on talkin' all'a 'dat smack, you better pray you don't lack
Arrivin' at ya' block, and bet I'm runnin' wit' the AK
Double threat, UMA, I send yo' bitch to vay-cay
Take it to ya' crib, I find you hidin' and I spray-spray
If I ask ya' hoe for top, already know that she won't nay-say

[Bridge: salemkuma]
Do the words I speak even fuckin' make sense?
Why we workin' every hour, just to make cents
And how y'all even make a life, 'cause fuck latex
The never ending questions, always make my fuckin' brain tense
Battle Royale, you got one chance, but this ain't apex
Fightin' issues, but you jumpin' on the same fence
Smoke a blunt, forget ya' problems, try to take steps
And take bets if life is real, or is it fake? Check

[Verse 2: ntrovurt]
Fuck it, listen
Keep in mind, when we fuck she hesitate to do it
And then she ask me how I fuck so fluid
Yes, there's no say so 'cause pesos included
And I gotta get the guap to make my dreams lucid
I go, yeah they get it, that's on folks
(That's on my soul!)You betta recognise homie
I'm 'bout to blow, like a Pakistani wit' a backpack
Everybody want us to relax, relax
You is not the first nigga, you far from the last
So what constitutes you to get a pass?
I know, most the times I'm relaxin'
I stay on both sides, like Michael Jackson

[Verse 3: salemkuma]
Pounce the beat with aggression
And I study every bar, until I feel like a freshman
You spit 'bout fuckin' bitches, but can't stand your reflection
Fake emcees show the art of deception, I hope this song is affectin'
Any opp or fuckin' dweeb that comes into my direction
Y'all will never make me mad or even feed my depression
The only thing you'll prolly feed is your unhealthy obsession
Then I-, pause the beat for a second
Have a moment of silence, for all the oppies in heaven
Or even ones that alive, I'll meet y'all, back wit' a weapon
And I'm gon' fuckin' survive, regardless I'll be a legend

[Outro: salemkuma]
Then I-, pause the beat for a second
Have a moment of silence, for all the oppies in heaven
Or even ones that alive, I'll meet y'all, back wit' a weapon
And I'm gon' fuckin' survive, regardless I'll be a legend