It's something for your people on the block to
 Blackout 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 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 -
 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 now / [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 fear
 Until we dead it / forget it / let it all disappear

 Waiting for the end [bad word] / wishing I had strength to stand
 This was 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

 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