(It goes 'a: One..)
It's goes 'a:
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 because 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 you 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 or you could try to fill my shoes.
But sweaty little solider, I ain't standing next to you.
I'd be laying on the ground before you're even in my view.
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 blackout and rock to.
Give you what you need like Papa/Who Shot Ya?
Separate the weak from the obscure, lead your meek, I creep hard on imposters.
I 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 slayed I ain't playing.
I'm just saying you ain't gotta sliver of a chance.
I get ill or 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.
Because time has torn the flesh away, the early morning sings no more...