| It goes a one, two, three
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| With the hunger of a lion, the strength of a Sun
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| I don’t need to sweat it when the competition come
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| Original style, like an 808 drum
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| So I don’t run the track, no, I make the track run
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| My momma taught me words, my daddy built rockets
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| I hold 'em both together now, tell me what I got
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| It’s a pretty small weapon, I can shoot it, I can drop it
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| But learn to respect it 'cause you clearly can’t stop it
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| Like that
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| It ain’t over
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| 'Cause the sharks on the left side, the snakes on the right
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| And anything you do, they wanna get a little bite
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| It really doesn’t matter if you’re wrong or if you’re right
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| 'Cause once they get their teeth in nothing really fights
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| And razzle me I do it like I got nothing to lose
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| And you can run your mouth like you could try to fill my shoes
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| But steady little soldier, I ain’t standing next to you
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| I can lay it on the ground before you’re even in my view
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| Like that
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| Give me the strength of the rising Sun
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| Give me the truth of the words unsung
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| And when the last bells ring, the poor men sing
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| Bring me to kingdom come
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| This is something for your people on the block to
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| Blackout and rock to, give you what you need
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| Like Papa, who shot you
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| Seperate the weak from the obsolete
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| the meek, I creep hard on impostors
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| And switch styles on the dime, quick-witted y’all
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| Quit tripping, I don’t have time for your crying
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| I grind tough, sucka, make your mind up
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| Are you in the firing squad or are you in the line-up?
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| Bang, bang, little monkey man playing
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| With the big guns only get you slayed
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| I ain’t playing, I’m just saying
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| You ain’t got a sliver of a chance
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| I get ill and ride the rhythm while you quiver in your parents
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| So shake, shake down, Money, here’s the break down
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| You can play the bank, Imma play the bank take down
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| And no mistakes now I’m coming to get you
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| I’m just a Banksy, you’re a Brainwash, get the picture?
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| It’s like that
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| We swim against the rising waves
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| That crash against the shore
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| My body bends until it breaks
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| The early morning sings no more
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| So rest your head, It’s time to sleep
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| And dream of what’s in store
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| My body bends until it breaks
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| And sings again no more
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| Because time has torn the flesh away
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| The early morning sings no more |