Tom: G
Introdução:
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
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?
A
We swim against the rising waves
D A A4A
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