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 [bad word] to getcha 
I'm just a Banksy/You're a Brainwash, get the picture? 
It's like that.. 

This is not the end, this is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot rocking every revision 
But you listen through the tone and the violent rhythm 
And though the words sound steady, something empty's within 'em 
We say yeah / with fists flying up in the air 
Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there 
'Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and the fear 
Until we dead it / forget it / let it all disappear 

Waiting for the end [bad word] / wishing I had strength to stand 
This is not what I had planned 
It's out of my control 
Flying at the speed of light / thoughts were spinning in my head 
So many things were left unsaid 
It's hard to let you go 

I know what it takes to move on 
I know how it feels to lie 
All I want to do is trade this life for something new 
Holding on to what I haven't got 

Sitting in an empty room 
Trying to forget the past 
This was never meant to last 
I wish it wasn't so 

I know what it takes to move on 
I know how it feels to lie 
All I want to do is trade this life for something new 
Holding on to what I haven't got 

What was left when that fire was gone 
I thought it felt right but that right was wrong 
All caught up in the eye of the storm 
And trying to figure out what it's like moving on 
And I don't even know what kind of things I said 
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead so 
Picking up the pieces now where to begin 
The hardest part of ending is starting again 

All I want to do is trade this life for something new 
Holding on to what I haven't got 

This is not the end, this is not the beginning 
Just a voice like a riot rocking every revision 
(I'm holding on to what I haven't got) 
But you listen through the tone and the violent rhythm 
And though the words sound steady, something empty's within 'em 
We say yeah / with fists flying up in the air 
Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there 
(Holding on to what I haven't got) 
'Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and the fear 
Until we dead it / forget it / let it all disappear