standing in the middle -by Linkin Park-

Yo Y'all better wake up You think we don't see
ya'll driftin' Sleepin' on the job and forgettin'
your position Sit straight and listen What you are
missin' 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 somethin' Comin' at me like the pain I feel
means nothin' 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
ya'll treat us Sendin' this out to anyone who
won't believe us Spellin' 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 Who...
What you sayin'? I'm standing in the middle of it,
middle of it, middle of it Who... what you
writin'? I'm standing in the middle of it, middle
of it, middle of it Man who are you?

Tell em Motion

Eat your words Sayin' what you used to say And
act how you used to act Everytime you heard my
occupation Was a rap attack My conversation's
stacked I switch my defence on you Everytime you
want to get deep you'll see my knuckle package
Born to die Ferocious MC Make you go back and
write your rhymes My style chokes up Like a
little league baseball player It moves I'm
stranglin' as I'm swingin' As main mangler I wanna
D4 Poach you as your seafood is C4 I'm gonna rap
are 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 Talk of suits B-boy
adequate Express myself with my hang-side Then I
extend one finger the middle Fuck the fourth place

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 Who...
What you sayin'? I'm standing in the middle of it,
middle of it, middle of it Who... what 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
nothin' that I 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 fuckin' kid with a backpack Rappin' on a
track just to make a buck for A mixtape that sucks
and DJ's 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 mic just controllin' 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 Who...
What you sayin'? I'm standing in the middle of it,
middle of it, middle of it Who... what 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

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