UNTIL IT BREAKS - Money Mark Headphone Remix

It goes 1, 2, 3

I was born 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 808 drum
So I don't run the track, no, I make the track run
My mama taught me words, my daddy built rockets
I put 'em both together now, tell me what I got
It's a pretty smart weapon, I can shoot it, I can drop it
But learn to respect it 'cause 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 their teeth in, nothing really fights
And as for me, I do it like I got nothing to lose
And you can run your mouth like you can try to fill my shoes, but
Steady little soldier, I ain't standing next to you
I'd be laying 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

It's something for ya people on the block to
Black out and rock to
Give you what you need like poppa, who shot ya
"Separate the weak from the obselete"
You're meek, I creep hard on imposters
And switch styles on the dime, quick witted
Ya'll, quit trippin' 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 lineup?
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 iller, I deliver while you quiver in your pants
So shake shake down, money, here's the breakdown
You can play the bank, Imma play the bank takedown
And no mistakes now, coming to get ya
I'm just a Banksy, you're a Brainwash
Get the picture
It's like that

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, 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



Credits
Writer(s): Allie Wurbel, Sean J. Combs, Herbert Magidson, Nashiem Myrick, Christopher Wallace, Robert G. Bourdon, Dave Farrell, Brad Delson, Joseph Hahn, Chester Charles Bennington, Mike Shinoda
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