Apaches (Until It Breaks demo No. 1)

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 sharks on the left side, the snakes 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 you get the 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 soldier, I ain’t standing next to you I’d be laying on the ground before you’re even in my view, like that