Waiting for the End (Apaches Intro w/ 'Until It Breaks' Rap; Ext. Outro)
This is something for your people on the block to Blackout and rock to, give you what you need Like Papa, who shot you Seperate the weak from the obsolete the meek, I creep hard on impostors And switch styles on the dime, quick-witted y'all Quit tripping, I don't have time for your crying I grind tough, sucka, 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 only get you slayed I ain't playing, I'm just saying You ain't got a sliver of a chance I get ill and ride the rhythm while you quiver in your parents So shake, shake down, Money, here's the break down You can play the bank, Imma play the bank take down And no mistakes now I'm coming to get you I'm just a Banksy, you're a Brainwash, get the picture? It's like that
This is not the end / this is not the beginning Just a voice like a riot rocking every remission But you listen to the tone in a violent rhythm Though the words sound steady Something emptys within em We 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 pain and the fear Until we dead 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 want to do is trade this life for something new Holding on to what I haven’t got
Sitting in any 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
What was that when that fire was gone I thought it felt right but the right was wrong All caught up in the eye of the storm 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 I’m picking up the pieces / now where to begin That hardest part of ending is starting again
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new Holding on what I haven’t got I’m holding on to what I haven’t got 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 But you listen to the tone in a violent rhythm Though the words sound steady Something emptys within em We 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 pain and the fear Until we dead it / forget it / let it all disappear )
I’m holding on to what I haven’t got Holding on to what I haven’t got