| 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 |