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