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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Guitare
Joseph Hahn
Joseph Hahn
Programmation
Rob Bourdon
Rob Bourdon
Batterie
Chester Bennington
Chester Bennington
Voix principales
Dave Farrell
Dave Farrell
Basse
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Composition
Joseph Hahn
Joseph Hahn
Composition
Chester Bennington
Chester Bennington
Paroles/Composition
Dave Farrell
Dave Farrell
Composition
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Paroles/Composition
Rob Bourdon
Rob Bourdon
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Production complémentaire
Andrew Hayes
Andrew Hayes
Assistance d’ingénierie
Ethan Mates
Ethan Mates
Ingénierie
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Del Bowers
Del Bowers
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Ingénierie de mixage
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Production
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Production

Paroles

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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