Whole Lotta Love Goin on in the Middle of Hell

Whole lotta love goin on

In da middle of what?

Say what?

What's goin on?

I leave em home alone

Dey turned into danger zones

Studio shootouts, leavin no doubt

In da eyes of the wise

About the other guys

Fantasi n gettin nat rep

Makin you move

While they disturb the groove

Now the partys over ooops!

Outta time

Yo my brother can you spare a crime

Some wanna take me out

I even call em my own

(Can't we all just get along?)

Rap iz a contact sport

Can I get support

When I hum to da maximum

What I talk is straight

From da sidewalk strong

The velt New York

112 beatz a minute

An I'm flowin in it

Have no mercy

On da ones that curse me

And when I'm in da paint

The feuding might be over

But the fussin aint

Some hate the way I say em

Cause I block em like

Zo to da am

Beginning of an end of an error

Incredible shrinking race

Fiend without a face

Still got love for em

But some aint got love

For the rest of us

So my boys get iller than

Illinois (Terminator)

Return to da noise

I'd rather fall off

Than fall victim of crime

And a low percentage rhyme

If I go down they goin wit me

So come & get me...c'mon