Standing in the Middle Songtext

von Linkin Park

Cause the way that yâ??all act, I wanna break something
Cominâ?? at me like the pain I feel means nothing
Cominâ?? from a place where you canâ?'t relate
Where every word from your face comes across as fake
And I can hardly take the way that yâ??all treat us
Sending this out to anyone who wonâ?'t believe us
Spelling it out so yâ??all know the deal
And if you canâ?'t feel it, maybe you canâ?'t feel

Iâ??m standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
Man, who are you?
Iâ??m standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
What are you saying?
Iâ??m standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
What are you writing?
Iâ??m standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
Man, who are you?

Tell â??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 conversationâ?'s stacked, I switch my defense on you
Every time you want to get deep youâ?'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
It moves, Iâ??m strangling as Iâ??m swinging as main mangler
I wanna dee-four, poach you as your seafood is cee-four
Iâ??m gonna rap and you still knee-high
Yâ??all wanna train with me, guy?
Man, itâ?'s destructive
Man, itâ?'s like jabs from boxing champ Lennox
Perfect for your head, Iâ?'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 fucking

Iâ??m standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
Man, who are you?
Iâ??m standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
What are you sayinâ???
Iâ??m standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
What are you writinâ???
Iâ??m standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
Man, who are you?

Yo, Motion (yeah?)
Sometimes I feel itâ?'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 wonâ?'t be seen
And nobodyâ?'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 mix-tape that sucks
And dee-jays that donâ?'t get it
But I been down that road and I know
People donâ?'t wanna go where I might go
Donâ?'t wanna know what itâ?'s like
To step outside your zone with a mike
Just controlling 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
Iâ??m gonna spit â?'til I got none left
Motion, where you at?

Iâ??m standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
Man, who are you?
Iâ??m standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
What are you sayinâ???
Iâ??m standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
What are you writinâ???
Iâ??m standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
Man, who are you?
Iâ??m standing in the middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it
Middle of it