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 act
Every 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 hats
That top off suits, B-boy etiquette
Express myself with my hang-side
Then 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 sayin´?
I´m standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
What are you writin´?
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 make
And mistake me for some fucking kid with a backpack
Rapping on a track just to make a buck
For a mix-tape that sucks
And dee-jays that don´t get it
But I been down that road and I know
People don´t wanna go where I might go
Don´t wanna know what it´s like
To step outside your zone with a mike
Just controlling the hype
And if we need to take shots from them
And 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 sayin´?
I´m standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
What are you writin´?
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