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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 last bells ring
The poor men sing
Bring me to [bad word] 
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 [add hyphen]
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
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
And sings again no more

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