Letra da Música Standing In The Middle de Linkin Park

Yo
Y'all better wake up
You think we don't see ya'll driftin'
Sleepin' on the job and forgettin' your position
Sit straight and listen
What you are missin'
I cook up a batch hot straight out the kitchen
No indecision 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 somethin'
Comin' at me like the pain i feel means nothin'
Comin' 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
Sendin' this out to anyone who won't believe us
Spellin' 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
Man who are you?
I'm standing in the middle of it
Who… what you sayin'?
I'm standing in the middle of it
Who… what you writin'?
I'm standing in the middle of it
Man who are you?

Tell ‘em motion
Eat your words
Sayin' 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 stranglin' as i'm swingin'
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
Man who are you?
I'm standing in the middle of it
Who… what you sayin'?
I'm standing in the middle of it
Who… what you writin'?
I'm standing in the middle of it
Man who are you?

Yo motion
Yeah?
Sometimes i feel it's like nothin' 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 fuckin' kid with a backpack
Rappin' 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 controllin' 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
Man who are you?
I'm standing in the middle of it
Who… what you sayin'?
I'm standing in the middle of it
Who… what you writin'?
I'm standing in the middle of it
Man who are you?