Until It Breaks
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It goes a one, two, three 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 eight of eight drum So I don't run the track, no, I make the track run My momma taught me words, my daddy built rockets I hold 'em both together now, tell me what I got It's a pretty small weapon, I can shoot it, I can drop it But learn to respect it 'cause you clearly can't stop it Like that It ain't over 'cause the sharks on the left side, the snakes 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 razzle 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 ain't standing next to you I can lay it 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 Blackout and rock to, give you what you need Like Papa, who shot ya Seperate the weak from the obsolete You're meek, I creep hard on impostors And switch styles on the dime, quick-witted y'all Quit tripping, I don't 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 only get you slain I ain't playing, I'm just saying You ain't got a sliver of a chance I get ill or I deliver while you quiver in your parents 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 get you I'm just a Banksy, you're a Brainwash, get the picture? It's like that We swim against the rising waves That 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 And sings again no more 'Cause time has torn the flesh away The early morning sings no more
Written by: ALLIE WRUBEL, CHESTER CHARLES BENNINGTON, ROBERT G BOURDON, SEAN J. COMBS, BRAD DELSON, DAVE FARRELL, JOSEPH HAHN, HERBERT MAGIDSON, NASHEIM MYRICK, MIKE SHINODA, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE
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