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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brad Delson
Guitar
Joseph Hahn
Programming
Rob Bourdon
Drums
Chester Bennington
Lead Vocals
Dave Farrell
Bass Guitar
Mike Shinoda
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brad Delson
Composer
Joseph Hahn
Composer
Chester Bennington
Songwriter
Dave Farrell
Composer
Mike Shinoda
Songwriter
Rob Bourdon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brad Delson
Additional Producer
Andrew Hayes
Assistant Engineer
Ethan Mates
Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Del Bowers
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Mike Shinoda
Producer
Rick Rubin
Producer
Lyrics
It goes a one, two, three
I was born with the hunger of a lion, the strength of a sun
I don't need to sweat it when a 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
It ain't over 'cause the shark's on the left side, the snake's 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 your people on the block to black out and rock to
Give me what you need like Poppa, who shot ya?
"Separate the weak from the obsolete"
You're meek, I creep hard on impostors
And switch styles on a dime, quick-witted
Y'all, quit tripping, 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, I'ma play the bank takedown
And no mistakes now, 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
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
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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