Standing in the Middle

I'm standing in a middle of it, middle, yeah, middle of it
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 missing, I cook up a batch, hot straight out the kitchen

No indecision, I spit right heavy as a fistfight
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 come across as fake, and I can hardly take the way that you all 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 feel it, maybe you can't feel it

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, what are you saying?
I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it, what are 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
Say what you used to say and act how you used to act, every time you heard my occupation was a rap attack
My conversation's stacked I switch my defense on you, every time you wanna 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 want a D4, poach you as you seafood is C4
I'm gonna rap and 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's talk off suits, B-Boy etiquette
Express myself, with my hang-side then I extend one finger, in the middle, to fucking all crowds

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, what are you saying?
I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it, what are 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 like it's nothing that I do is ever good enough for real
Like I should stop and go back to LA
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've 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 meet 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, what are you saying?
I'm standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it, what are you writing?
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, middle of it



Credits
Writer(s): Mike Shinoda, Kurt Matlin, Paul Laster
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