Until It Breaks

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It goes a one, two, three
(I was born with) the hunger of a 
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lion, the strength of a sun
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I don't need to sweat it when the 
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competition come
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Original style like an 808 drum
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So I don't run the track
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No, I make the track run
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My mom taught me words, my dad 
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built rockets
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I put 'em both together now, tell 
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me what I got
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It's a pretty smart weapon
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I can shoot it, I can drop it
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(But) learn to respect it 'cause 
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you clearly can't stop it like that

Yeah, 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 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 ain't 
standing next to you
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I'd be laying on the ground before 
you're even in my view
Like that

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

This is something for your people on
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 the block to black out and rock to
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Give you whatcha need like: "papa, 
who shot ya?"
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Separate the weak from the 
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obsolete, you're meek, I creep hard 
on imposters
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And switch styles on the dime/quick 
witted ya'll/quit tripping
I don't have time for your crying
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I grind tough, sucker, make your 
mind up
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Are you in the firing squad or are
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 you in the line-up?
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Bang bang/little monkey man playing
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With the big guns will only get you
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 slain and I ain't playing
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I'm just saying / you ain't gotta 
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sliver of a chance
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I get iller, I deliver/while you 
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quiver in your pants
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So shake shake down/money, here's 
the break down
You can play the bank/I'ma play the 
bank take down
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And no mistakes now/I'm coming to 
getcha
I'm just a banksy/you're a 
brainwash, get the picture?
It's like that

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We swim against the rising waves
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And crash against the shore
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The body bends until it breaks
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The early morning sings no more
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So rest your head, it's time to 
sleep
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And dream of what's in store
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The body bends until it breaks
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Then sings again no more
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'Cause time has torn the flesh away
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The early morning sings no more