I’m standing inth Middle of it, middle of it
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Yo, y’all better wake up; you think we don’t see y’all drifting?
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Sleeping on the job and forgetting your position? (position)
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Sit straight and listen; what you are missing
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I cook up a batch, hot straight out the kitchen
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No indecision, I spit right
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Heavy as a fist fight
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No gloves and no masks
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No pain and no slack
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No way to look back
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Nobody to say I can’t make my own path
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Cause the way that y’all act, I wanna break something
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Comin’ at me like the pain I feel means nothing
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Comin’ from a place where you can’t relate
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Where every word from your face comes across as fake
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And I can hardly take, the way that y’all treat us
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Sending this out to anyone who won’t believe us
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Spelling it out so y’all know the deal
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And if you can’t feel it, maybe you can’t feel
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I’m standing in the middle of it
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Middle of it
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Middle of it
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Man, who are you?
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I’m standing in the middle of it
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Middle of it
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Middle of it
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What are you saying?
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I’m standing in the middle of it
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Middle of it
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Middle of it
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What are you writing?
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I’m standing in the middle of it
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Middle of it
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Middle of it
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Man, who are you?
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Tell ‘em, Motion
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Eat your words
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Say what you used to say and act how you used to act
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Every time you heard my occupation was a rap attack (rap attack)
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My conversation’s stacked, I switch my defense on you
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Every time you want to get deep you’ll see my knuckle package
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Born to die, ferocious emcee make you go back and write your rhymes
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My style chokes up like a little league baseball player
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It moves, I’m strangling as I’m swinging as main mangler
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I wanna dee-four, poach you as your seafood is C4
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I’m gonna rap and you still knee-high
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Y’all wanna train with me, guy?
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Man, it’s destructive
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Man, it’s like jabs from boxing champ Lennox
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Perfect for your head, I’ll fit it like New Era hats
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That top off suits, B-boy etiquette
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Express myself with my hang-side
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Then I extend one finger, the middle to fucking all crouds
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I’m standing in the middle of it
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Middle of it
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Middle of it
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Man, who are you?
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I’m standing in the middle of it
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Middle of it
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Middle of it
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What are you sayin’?
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I’m standing in the middle of it
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Middle of it
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Middle of it
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What are you writin’?
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I’m standing in the middle of it
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Middle of it
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Middle of it
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Man, who are you?
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Yo, Motion (yeah?)
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Sometimes I feel it’s like nothing that I ever do's ever good enough (for real)
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Like I should stop and go back to L.A.
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Back away where I know I won’t be seen
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And nobody’s gonna critique the music that I make
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And mistake me for some fucking kid with a backpack
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Rapping on a track just to make a buck
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For a mix-tape that sucks
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And DJ's that don’t get it
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But I been down that road and I know
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People don’t wanna go where I might go
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Don’t wanna know what it’s like
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To step outside your zone with a mike
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Just controlling the hype
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And if we need to take shots from them
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And be stopped by them just to meet these ends
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Then so be it, I will not hold my breath
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I’m gonna spit ‘til I got none left
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Motion, where you at?
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I’m standing in the middle of it
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Middle of it
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Middle of it
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Man, who are you?
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I’m standing in the middle of it
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Middle of it
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Middle of it
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What are you sayin’?
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I’m standing in the middle of it
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Middle of it
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Middle of it
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What are you writin’?
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I’m standing in the middle of it
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Middle of it
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Middle of it
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Man, who are you?
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I’m standing in the middle of it
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Middle of it
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Middle of it
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Standing In The Middle
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| Linkin Park |
