[Intro: Dr. Menard from the movie Zombie (1979)]
The boat can leave now
Tell the crew

[Hook 1: Tom Pepe] x 2
What we do to survive
We get down we get high


[Verse 1: Tom Pepe]
When I first came up
Never really gave a fuck about life
Thought that
One life is the life you live
Ain't got no time for no righteous shit
Feeling like this
Made me lose touch with the things that I love, cause;
Kids sorta change when they start to use drugs
Saw that myself when I grew up
But I knew what I had to do
Took more than a motherfucking attitude
And a blunt or two
Want something new
With my homie Jay on the one's and two's
Lost control, cost my soul
Walking solo with a walkman in the cold
Bumping outcast, growing old
[Verse 2: Tom Wilson]
Witness this venomous, toxic spit
When I rip at these syllables
You don't want none of this, critical
Drunk off a fifth I get physical
Spit in the middle of cyphers like pitbulls so vicious so we be submissable [?]
Look what we living through
Able shit and we not
The usual bullshit you listen to
Lyrical missiles is just what I'm giving you
But I break from the box
Stray from the nots
Two blocks away when the faces drop
Got Pepe and Cheif still trading shots
In the back with the fifth, straight face and all
'Til my taste is gone
Trying to make it home before the break of dawn
I awake on my lawn at eight in the morning
I play this song

[Hook 2: Both] x 2
Is it money is it sex?
What you seeking to find?
Is it drugs cigarettes?
What you need for your mind?
While you sipping on your liquor
Call it ticking the time
Its survival of the fit, only the strong survive
[Verse 3: Both]

[Tom Pepe]
So fight the pain, drift away
Life's a game, but a bitch don't play fair
Stay there, rocking this shit since the days of daycare

[Tom Wilson]
Don't give two shits if the shoe fits
Cause soon as the truth hits your crew splits
On point like a toothpick, tell me who's sick
Really them dudes from the 206

[Tom Pepe]
So here's whats left of me
Food for thought, recipes
Trying to blow up, but I didn't know what
Until the homie showed up with some Jester beats
MC's rest in peace
Old folks rest their knees
Extra freeze, extra steeze feel like ecstasy

[Verse 4: Jester]
Rolled out of the dope house, stoned out
More cloud when we saw someone chose out
Slowed down on reef, thats tight though
My flows, with typos I chose
My shows, living in the moment
Only got one shot, should know this
Composing, got a few gigs
A bunch of space and new shits
And if you're sent to rest, come out
Come see us get live when the suns down
Run through a cypher then its back home
Y'all know I ain't putting on a wack show
Speed up, when I'm on the beat-up
We done with these bullshit re-runs
We come in the place to the bass
In a lot then stop and bound to the knock y'all
[Hook 2: Both] x 2
Is it money is it sex?
What you seeking to find?
Is it drugs cigarettes?
What you need for your mind?
While you sipping on your liquor
Call it ticking the time
Its survival of the fit, only the strong survive

[Hook 1: Tom Pepe] x 5
What we do to survive
We get down we get high