This is something for your people on the block to/ back down and rock to，
Give you whatcha need like Papa/Who shot ya，
Separate the weak from the obscure, lead your meek, I creep hard on imposters，
Switch styles on the dime/Quick witted ya'll/Quit tripping，
I don't have time for your crying，
I grind tough so can you make your mind up,
Are you in the firing squad or are you in the line-up?
Bang bang/Little monkey man playing，
With the big guns will only get you slayed I ain't playing，
I'm just saying / You ain't gotta sliver of a chance，
I get ill or I deliver/While you quiver in your pants,
So shake shake down/Money, here's the break down，
You can play the bank/I'ma play the bank take down，
And no mistakes now/I'm coming to getcha，
I'm a Banksy/You're a Brainwash, get the picture?
It's like that(echo)..
This is not the end, this is not the beginning，
Just a voice like a riot rocking every remission，
Once you listen to the tone in a violent rhythm，
And all the words sound steady, so nobody forget 'em，
Say yeah with fists flying up in the air，
Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there，
Cuz we're living at the mercy of the painted riviere，
Until we get it, forget it, let it all disappear，
Waiting for the end to come，
Wishing I had strength to stand，
This is not what I had planned，
It's out of my control.
Flying at the speed of light，
Thoughts were spinning in my head，
So many things were left unsaid，
It's hard to let you go，
I know what it takes to move on，
I know how it feels to lie，
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new，
Holding on to what I haven't got，
Sitting in an empty room，
Trying to forget the past，
This was never meant to last，
I wish it wasn't so，
I know what it takes to move on，
I know how it feels to lie，
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new，
Holding on to what I haven't got，
Yo yo what was that when I thought it was done?
I thought it felt right, but the right was wrong，
All caught up in the eye of the storm，
And trying to figure out what it's like moving on，
And I don't even know what kind of things I said，
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead，
So picking up the pieces now where to begin，
The hardest part of that is starting again，
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new，
Holding on to what I haven't got，
This is not the end, this is not the beginning，
Just a voice like a riot rocking every remission，
Once you listen to the tone in a violent rhythm，(Holding on to what I haven't )
And all the words sound steady, so nobody forget 'em，(got)
Say yeah with fists flying up in the air，
Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there，
Cuz we're living at the mercy of the painted riviere，(Holding on to what I haven't )
Until we get it, forget it, let it all disappear。(got)
Holding on to what I haven't got。
Holding on to what I haven't got。
Holding on to what I haven't got。
Holding on to what I haven't got。