Текст (слова) песни: Linkin Park feat. Motion Man - Stnding In The Middle

I’m standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it

Yo, y’all better wake up; you think we don’t see y’all driftin’?
Sleepin’ on the job and forgettin’ your position? (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 y’all 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, middle of it, middle of it
Man, who are you?
I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it
Who... What are you sayin’?
I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it
Who... What are you writin’?
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 (rap attack)
My conversation’s stacked I switch my defense on you
Every time you want to get deep you’ll see my knuckle package
Born to die, ferocious emcee make you go back and write your rhymes
My style chokes up like a little league baseball player (hahaha)
It moves I’m stranglin’ as I’m swingin’ as main mangler
I wanna dee-four poach you as your seafood is cee-four
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 top off suits B-boy etiquette
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, middle of it, middle of it
Man, who are you?
I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it
Who... What are you sayin’?
I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it
Who... What are you writin’?
I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it
Man, who are you?

Yo, Motion (yeah?)
Sometimes I feel it’s like nothin’ 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 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 mix-tape that sucks
And dee-jays 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, middle of it, middle of it
Man, who are you?
I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it
Who... What are you sayin’?
I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it
Who... What are you writin’?
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...

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Linkin Park feat. Motion Man - Stnding In The Middle I’m standing in the middle of it Middle of it Middle of it Yo, y’all better wake up; you think we don’t see y’all driftin’? Sleepin’ on the job and forgettin’ your position? (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 y’all 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, middle of it, middle of it Man, who are you? I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it Who... What are you sayin’? I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it Who... What are you writin’? 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 (rap attack) My conversation’s stacked I switch my defense on you Every time you want to get deep you’ll see my knuckle package Born to die, ferocious emcee make you go back and write your rhymes My style chokes up like a little league baseball player (hahaha) It moves I’m stranglin’ as I’m swingin’ as main mangler I wanna dee-four poach you as your seafood is cee-four 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 top off suits B-boy etiquette 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, middle of it, middle of it Man, who are you? I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it Who... What are you sayin’? I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it Who... What are you writin’? I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it Man, who are you? Yo, Motion (yeah?) Sometimes I feel it’s like nothin’ 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 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 mix-tape that sucks And dee-jays 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, middle of it, middle of it Man, who are you? I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it Who... What are you sayin’? I’m standing in the middle of it, middle of it, middle of it Who... What are you writin’? 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... Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Stnding In The Middle: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/111/1/12702.html Все тексты песен: Linkin Park feat. Motion Man » Linkin Park feat. Motion Man - Stnding In The Middle Рекомендуем скачать: » Борис Вахнюк - Жить терпимо или плохо, чем похожи ад и рай... » Братья Грим - Сотни тысяч вёрст » Борис Бондарев - Давит, как новые туфли, город... » Борис Аникин - Синица в руке » Буланова Татьяна - Мой сон » Борис Вячеславов - Здравствуй, здравствуй, звездный странник... » Борис Вайханский - Аристократическая-застольная, или Песня белых мышей » Булат Окуджава - Надежды маленький оркестрик » Братья Гримм - Лето » Белый Орел - Как упоительны в России вечера » Бочаров Владимир - ЗАИГРАЛ ШАНСОН » Борис Бурда - Диалог двух непризнанных гениев » Белый Орел - Дорогая пропажа » Борис Вайханский - Память » Браво - Московский бит » Борис Бурда - Случай » Булат Окуджава - Последний мангал (Стихи) » Борис Бурда - Монолог мальчика из провинции » Борис Бурда - Мир Юлиана Семенова » Борис Браславский - Мы до старости мальчики...
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