It goes a one It goes a one, two, three... [Verse 1 Mike shinoda] I was born with the hunger of a lion, the strength of a sun I dont need to sweat it when the competition come Original style like an 808 drum So I dont run the track no, I make the track run My mama taught me words, my dad, he built rockets I put em both together, now tell me what I got, its A pretty smart weapon, I can shoot it, I can drop it But learn to respect it cause you clearly cant stop it Like that It aint 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 doesnt matter if youre wrong or if youre right Cause once you get the teeth in, nothing really fights Except for 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 aint standing next to you Id be laying on the ground before youre even in my view Like that [Chorus chester bennington] 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 [Verse 2 Mike shinoda] This is something for your people on the block to black out and rock to Give you whatcha need like Poppa, who shot ya Separate the weak from the obsolete Youre meek, I creep hard on imposters And switch styles on a dime, quick witted Yall quit tripping, I dont have time for your crying I grind tough, sucka, 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 aint playing, Im just saying You aint gotta sliver of a chance I get iller, I deliver while you quiver in your pants So shake shake down, money heres the break down You can play the bank, Imma play the bank take down And no mistakes now, Im coming to getcha Im just a Banksy, youre a Brainwash, get the picture Its like that [bridge Brad delson] 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, its time to sleep And dream of whats in store The body bends until it breaks Then sings again no more Cause time has torn the flesh away The early morning sings no more
sings, shinoda, delson, rising, bend