Until It Breaks

Album: Living Things (2012)
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  • It goes a one, two, three

    With the hunger of a lion, the strength of a sun
    I don't need to sweat it when the competition come
    Original style, like an eight of eight drum
    So I don't run the track, no, I make the track run
    My momma taught me words, my daddy built rockets
    I hold 'em both together now, tell me what I got
    It's a pretty small 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 sharks on the left side, the snakes 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 razzle me I do it like I got nothing to lose
    And you can run your mouth like you could try to fill my shoes
    But steady little soldier, I ain't standing next to you
    I can lay it on the ground before you're even in my view
    Like that

    Give me the strength of the rising sun
    Give me the truth of the words unsung
    And when the last bells ring, the poor men sing
    Bring me to kingdom come

    This is something for your people on the block to
    Blackout and rock to, give you what you need
    Like Papa, who shot ya
    Seperate the weak from the obsolete
    You're meek, I creep hard on impostors
    And switch styles on the dime, quick-witted y'all
    Quit tripping, I don't have time for your crying
    I grind tough, sucka, 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 got a sliver of a chance
    I get ill or I deliver while you quiver in your parents
    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 I'm coming to get you
    I'm just a Banksy, you're a Brainwash, get the picture?
    It's 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
    And sings again no more
    'Cause time has torn the flesh away
    The early morning sings no more Writer/s: Allie Wrubel, Brad Delson, Chester Charles Bennington, Christopher Wallace, Dave Farrell, Herbert Magidson, Joseph Hahn, Mike Shinoda, Nasheim Myrick, Robert G Bourdon, Sean J. Combs
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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