Written by Linkin Park
Am It goes a one, two, three Bb Am (I was born with) the hunger of a lion, the strength of a sun G Am I don't need to sweat it when the competition come Bb Am Original style like an 808 drum G So I don't run the track Am No, I make the track run Bb Am My mom taught me words, my dad built rockets G Am I put 'em both together now, tell me what I got Bb It's a pretty smart weapon Am I can shoot it, I can drop it G Am (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 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 I'd be laying on the ground before you're even in my view Like that Am C G Am Give me the strength of the rising sun Am C D Am Give me the truth of the words unsung C G D C And when the large bells ring, the poor men sing D Am "Bring me to kingdom come" C This is something for your people on the block to black out and rock to Am C Give you whatcha need like: "papa, who shot ya?" Am C Am C Separate the weak from the obsolete, you're meek, I creep hard on imposters Am G And switch styles on the dime/quick witted ya'll/quit tripping I don't have time for your crying Am C I grind tough, sucker, make your mind up Am C Are you in the firing squad or are you in the line-up? Am C Bang bang/little monkey man playing Am C With the big guns will only get you slain and I ain't playing Am C I'm just saying / you ain't gotta sliver of a chance Am C I get iller, I deliver/while you quiver in your pants Am G So shake shake down/money, here's the break down You can play the bank/I'ma play the bank take down Am C 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 A We swim against the rising waves D A A4 A And crash against the shore A The body bends until it breaks 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 Then sings again no more D/B A 'Cause time has torn the flesh away D A A4 A The early morning sings no more