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?