Standing in the middle
I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it...
Yo, y'all better wake up; you think we don't see y'all drifting,sleeping on the job and forgetting your position? (position)Sit straight and listen; what you are missing.I cook up a batch, hot straight out the kitchen.No indecision, I spit right,heavy as a fist fight,no gloves and no masks,no pain and no slack,no way to look back,nobody to say I can't make my own path.'Cause the way that y'all act, I wanna break something.Comin' at me like the pain I feel means nothing.Comin' from a place where you can't relate,where every word from your face comes across as fake,and I can hardly take the way that y'all treat us.Sending this out to anyone who won't believe us,spelling it out so y'all know the deal.And if you can't feel it, maybe you can't feel.
I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it.Man, who are you?I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it.What are you saying?I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it.What are you writing?I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it.Man, who are you?
Tell 'em, Motion.Eat your words,say what you used to say and act how you used to actevery time you heard my occupation was a rap attack (rap attack).My conversation's stacked, I switch my defense on you.Every time you want to get deep, you'll see my knuckle package.Born to die, ferocious emcee make you go back and write your rhymes.My style chokes up like a little league baseball player.It moves. I'm strangling as I'm swinging as main mangler.I wanna dee-four, poach you as your seafood is cee-four.I'm gonna rap and you still knee-high.Y'all wanna train with me, guy?Man, it's destructive.Man, it's like jabs from boxing champ Lennox,perfect for your head. I'll fit it like New Era hatsThat top off suits, b-boy etiquette.Express myself with my hang-sidethen I extend one finger, the middle fucking.
I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it.Man, who are you?I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it.What are you saying?I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it.What are you writing?I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it.Man, who are you?
Yo, Motion (yeah?)Sometimes, I feel it's like nothing that I ever do is ever good enough (for real).Like I should stop and go back to L.A.,back away where I know I won't be seen,and nobody's gonna critique the music that I makeand mistake me for some fucking kid with a backpackrapping on a track just to make a buck,for a mix-tape that sucksand dee-jays that don't get it.But I been down that road and I knowpeople don't wanna go where I might go.Don't wanna know what it's liketo step outside your zone with a mike,just controlling the hype.And if we need to take shots from themand be stopped by them just to make these ends,then so be it. I will not hold my breath,I'm gonna spit 'til I got none left.Motion, where you at?
I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it.Man, who are you?I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it.What are you saying?I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it.What are you writing?I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it.Man, who are you?I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it,middle of it, middle of it...