Lirik Lagu Standing In The Middle - Linkin Park
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I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of it, middle of it
Yo, y’all better wake up; you think we don’t see y’all drifting?Sleeping on the job and forgetting your position? (position)Sit straight and listen; what you are missingI cook up a batch, hot straight out the kitchenNo indecision, I spit rightHeavy as a fist fightNo gloves and no masksNo pain and no slackNo way to look backNobody to say I can’t make my own pathCause the way that y’all act, I wanna break somethingComin’ at me like the pain I feel means nothingComin’ from a place where you can’t relateWhere every word from your face comes across as fakeAnd I can hardly take the way that y’all treat usSending this out to anyone who won’t believe usSpelling it out so y’all know the dealAnd if you can’t feel it, maybe you can’t feel
I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itMan, who are you?I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itWhat are you saying?I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itWhat are you writing?I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itMan, who are you?
Tell ‘em, MotionEat your wordsSay what you used to say and act how you used to actEvery time you heard my occupation was a rap attack (rap attack)My conversation’s stacked, I switch my defense on youEvery time you want to get deep you’ll see my knuckle packageBorn to die, ferocious emcee make you go back and write your rhymesMy style chokes up like a little league baseball playerIt moves, I’m strangling as I’m swinging as main manglerI wanna dee-four, poach you as your seafood is cee-fourI’m gonna rap and you still knee-highY’all wanna train with me, guy?Man, it’s destructiveMan, it’s like jabs from boxing champ LennoxPerfect for your head, I’ll fit it like New Era hatsThat top off suits, B-boy etiquetteExpress myself with my hang-sideThen I extend one finger, the middle fucking
I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itMan, who are you?I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itWhat are you sayin’?I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itWhat are you writin’?I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itMan, who are you?
Yo, Motion (yeah?)Sometimes I feel it’s like nothing that I ever 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 seenAnd nobody’s gonna critique the music that I makeAnd mistake me for some fucking kid with a backpackRapping on a track just to make a buckFor a mix-tape that sucksAnd dee-jays that don’t get itBut I been down that road and I knowPeople don’t wanna go where I might goDon’t wanna know what it’s likeTo step outside your zone with a mikeJust controlling the hypeAnd if we need to take shots from themAnd be stopped by them just to make these endsThen so be it, I will not hold my breathI’m gonna spit ‘til I got none leftMotion, where you at?
I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itMan, who are you?I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itWhat are you sayin’?I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itWhat are you writin’?I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itMan, who are you?I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itMiddle of it
Yo, y’all better wake up; you think we don’t see y’all drifting?Sleeping on the job and forgetting your position? (position)Sit straight and listen; what you are missingI cook up a batch, hot straight out the kitchenNo indecision, I spit rightHeavy as a fist fightNo gloves and no masksNo pain and no slackNo way to look backNobody to say I can’t make my own pathCause the way that y’all act, I wanna break somethingComin’ at me like the pain I feel means nothingComin’ from a place where you can’t relateWhere every word from your face comes across as fakeAnd I can hardly take the way that y’all treat usSending this out to anyone who won’t believe usSpelling it out so y’all know the dealAnd if you can’t feel it, maybe you can’t feel
I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itMan, who are you?I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itWhat are you saying?I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itWhat are you writing?I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itMan, who are you?
Tell ‘em, MotionEat your wordsSay what you used to say and act how you used to actEvery time you heard my occupation was a rap attack (rap attack)My conversation’s stacked, I switch my defense on youEvery time you want to get deep you’ll see my knuckle packageBorn to die, ferocious emcee make you go back and write your rhymesMy style chokes up like a little league baseball playerIt moves, I’m strangling as I’m swinging as main manglerI wanna dee-four, poach you as your seafood is cee-fourI’m gonna rap and you still knee-highY’all wanna train with me, guy?Man, it’s destructiveMan, it’s like jabs from boxing champ LennoxPerfect for your head, I’ll fit it like New Era hatsThat top off suits, B-boy etiquetteExpress myself with my hang-sideThen I extend one finger, the middle fucking
I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itMan, who are you?I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itWhat are you sayin’?I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itWhat are you writin’?I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itMan, who are you?
Yo, Motion (yeah?)Sometimes I feel it’s like nothing that I ever 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 seenAnd nobody’s gonna critique the music that I makeAnd mistake me for some fucking kid with a backpackRapping on a track just to make a buckFor a mix-tape that sucksAnd dee-jays that don’t get itBut I been down that road and I knowPeople don’t wanna go where I might goDon’t wanna know what it’s likeTo step outside your zone with a mikeJust controlling the hypeAnd if we need to take shots from themAnd be stopped by them just to make these endsThen so be it, I will not hold my breathI’m gonna spit ‘til I got none leftMotion, where you at?
I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itMan, who are you?I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itWhat are you sayin’?I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itWhat are you writin’?I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itMan, who are you?I’m standing in the middle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itMiddle of itMiddle of it
