It goes a one, two, three...
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I was born with the hunger of a lion, the strength of a sun
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I don¡¯t need to sweat it when the competition come
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Original style like an 808 drum
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So I don¡¯t run the track no, I make the track run
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My mama taught me words, my dad, he built rockets
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I put ¡¯em both together, now tell me what I got, it's
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A pretty smart weapon, I can shoot it, I can drop it
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But learn to respect it ¡¯cause you clearly can¡¯t stop it
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Like that
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It ain't over ¡¯cause the sharks on the left side, the snakes on the right
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And anything you do, they wanna get a little bite
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It really doesn¡¯t matter if you¡¯re wrong or if you¡¯re right
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¡¯Cause once you get the teeth in, nothing really fights
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Except for me, I do it like I got nothing to lose
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And you can run your mouth like you could try to fill my shoes
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But steady little soldier, I ain¡¯t standing next to you
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I¡¯d be laying on the ground before you¡¯re even in my view
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Like that
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Apaches (Until It Breaks Demo, No. 1)
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| Linkin Park |
