It's goes 'a:
One.. Two... Three.
I was born with the hunger of a lion, the strength of a sun.
I don't need to sweat it when the competition come.
Original style like an 808 drum,
So I don't run the track.
No, I make the track run.
My mama taught me words, my daddy built rockets.
I put 'em both together. Now, tell me what I got.
It's a pretty smart weapon:
I can shoot it, I can drop it.
But learn to respect it because you surely can't stop it like that.
It ain't over 'cause the shark's on the left side,
the snake's on the right.
And anything you do, they wanna get a little bite.
It really doesn't matter if you're wrong or if you're right.
‘Cause once they get their teeth in,
nothing really fights.
And as 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 solider,
I ain't standing next to you.
I'd be laying on the ground
before you're 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 last 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 what you need like poppa, 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
Ya'll quit tripping,
I don't have time for your crying.
I grind tough, sucker, 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 I ain't playing.
I'm just saying you ain't gotta sliver of a chance.
I get iller I deliver while you quiver in your pants.
So shake, shake-down/Money, here's the break down
You can play the bank/I'ma play the bank take down
And no mistakes now/I'm coming to getcha
I'm just a Banksy/You're a Brainwash, get the picture?
It's 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, it's time to sleep
and dream of what's in store.
The body bends until it breaks,
then sings again no more.
'Cause time has torn the flesh away,
the early morning sings no more...
It's goes 'a:
One.. Two... Three.
I was born with the hunger of a lion, the strength of a sun.
I don't need to sweat it when the competition come.
Original style like an 808 drum,
So I don't run the track.
No, I make the track run.
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