Interpret:

Linkin Park

Album:

Underground v13.0: Demos

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 could try to fill my shoes, but
Steady little solider, I ain't standing next to you.
I'd be laying on the ground before you're even in my view.
Like that.