A
It goes a one, two, three
                    Bb                       A
I was born with the hunger of a lion, the strength of a sun
   G                               A
I don't need to sweat it when the competition come
 Bb                      A
Original style, like an eight of eight drum
      G                          A
So I don't run the track, no, I make the track run
   Bb                         A
My momma taught me words, my daddy built rockets
   G                           A
I hold 'em both together now, tell me what I got
        Bb                           A
It's a pretty small weapon, I can shoot it, I can drop it
      G                               A
But learn to respect it 'cause you clearly can't stop it
       A
Like that...
                           A
It ain't over 'cause the sharks on the left side, the snakes on the right
    A
And anything you do, they wanna get a little bite
     A
It really doesn't matter if you're wrong or if you're right
      A
Cause once they get their teeth in, nothing really fights
    Bb                         A
And razzle me, I do it like I got nothing to lose
      G                                     A
And you can run your mouth like you could try to fill my shoes
      Bb                             A
But steady little soldier, I ain't standing next to you
        G                                A
I can lay it on the ground before you're even in my view
       A
Like that...


[Interlude]
Am                           G      Am
Give me the strength of the rising sun
Am            C           D      Am
Give me the truth of the words unsung
              C          D                  C
And when the last bells ring, the poor men sing
                     D
Bring me to kingdom come


[Verse]
                             A
This is something for your people on the block to blackout and rock to
 A
Give you what you need like Papa, who shot ya
 A
Separate the weak from the obsolete, you're meek, I creep hard on impostors
G
 And switch styles on the dime, quick-witted y'all
  G
Quit tripping, I don't have time for your crying
G
 I grind tough sucka make your mind up, are you in the firing squad or are you in the line-up?
Bb                   A
 Bang, bang, little monkey man playing
          G                       A
With the big guns only get you slain
                           Bb                      A
I ain't playing, I'm just saying you ain't got a sliver of a chance
      G                            A
I get ill or I deliver while you quiver in your pants
Bb                      A
 So shake, shake down, money, here's the break down
  G                             A
You can play the bank, I'mma play the bank take down
Bb                        A
 And no mistakes now I'm coming to get you
            G                         A
I'm just a Banksy, you're a Brainwash, get the picture?
            A
It's like that


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