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 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