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 [bad word] at me like the pain I feel means nothing [bad word] from a place where you can't relate
Where every word from your [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] kid with a backpack
Rapping on a track just to make a buck for
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