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It goes on 1, 2, 3...
(I was born with) the hunger of a lion, the strength of a Sun
I donât need to sweat it when the competition come
Original style like an 808 drum
So I donât run the track
No, I make the track run
My mom taught me words, my dad built rockets
I put 'em both together now, tell me what I got
Itâs a pretty smart weapon
I can shoot it, I can drop it
(But) learn to respect it âcause you clearly canât stop it like that
Yeah, it ainât over, âcause the sharks on the left side, the snakes on the right
And anything you do, they wanna get a little bite
It really doesnât matter if youâre wrong or if youâre right
âCause once they get the teeth in, nothing really fights
Except for me, I do it like I got nothing to lose
And you can run your mouth like you could try to fill my shoes
But steady little soldier, I ainât standing next to you
Iâd be laying on the ground before youâre even in my view
Like that
Give me the strength of the rising Sun
Give me the truth of the words unsung
And when the large bells ring, the poor men sing
Bring
me
to
kingdom
come
This is something for your people on the block to black out and rock to
Give you whatcha need like: Papa,
who
shot
ya?
Separate the weak from the obsolete, you're meek, I creep hard on imposters
And switch styles on the dime/Quick witted yaâll/Quit tripping
I donât have time for your crying
I grind tough, sucka, make your mind up
Are you in the firing squad or are you in the line-up?
Bang bang/Little monkey man playing
With the big guns will only get you slain and I ainât playing
Iâm just saying / You ainât gotta sliver of a chance
I get iller, I deliver/While you quiver in your pants
So shake shake down/Money, hereâs the break down
You can play the bank/Iâma play the bank take down
And no mistakes now/Iâm coming to getcha
Iâm just a Banksy/Youâre a brainwash, get the picture?
Itâs like that
We swim against the rising waves
And crash against the shore
The body bends until it breaks
The early morning sings no more
So rest your head, itâs time to sleep
And dream of whatâs in store
The body bends until it breaks
Then sings again no more
âCause time has torn the flesh away
The early morning sings no more
- Album:
- Underground Sixteen
- One More Light
- The Hunting Party
- Recharged
- LP Underground 13.0 (EP)
- Burn It Down (Single)
- Living Things
- Stagelight Demos
- Twilight
- Iridescent (Single)
- Underground Eleven (EP)
- Not Alone (Single)
- A Thousand Suns
- The Catalyst (Single)
- Minutes to Midnight
- Meteora
- Reanimation
- Hybrid Theory
- Hybrid Theory (EP)
- Miscellaneous