From: LP_Alex lp-alex@mail.ru 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 ya'll drifting Sleeping on the job and forgetting your position Sit straight and listen What you are missing I cook up a batch hot straight out the kitchen Knowing decisions 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 Coming at me like the pain I feel means nothing Coming 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 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 Who... What you saying? I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it Who... what 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 Saying 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 strangling as I'm swinging 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 saying? I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it Who... what 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 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 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 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 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 < Пред.
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