It goes 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 [bad word] come
Original style like an 808 [bad word] 
So I [bad word] the track, no
I make the [bad word] 
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 cause you clearly 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 [bad word] your mouth like 
You can try to fill my shoes, but 
Steady little soldier, 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 [bad word] of the words unsung
And when the large bells ring
The poor men sing
"Bring me to [bad word] quot;

It's something for ya 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 impostors
And switch styles on a dime
Quick-witted, ya'll quit trippin'
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 lineup?
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 iller, I deliver while you quiver in your pants
So shake shake down
Money, here's the breakdown
You can play the bank
Imma play the bank takedown
And no mistakes now
 [bad word] to get ya
I'm just a Banksy, you're a Brainwash
Get the picture
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
Then sings again no more

Cause time has torn the flesh away
The early morning sings no more...