Whole Lotta Love Goin On In The Middle Of Hell Lyrics - Muse Sick-n-hour Mess Age - Public Enemy

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 

And not for other guys 

Fantasize an' gettin' nat rep 

Makin' you move 

While they disturb the groove 

Now the party's over, oops 

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 

To da ones that curse me 

And when I'm in da paint 

The feudin' might be over 

But the fussin' ain't 

Some hate the way I say 'em 

'Cause I clock 'em like 

Zo to da AM 

Beginnin' of an end of an error 

Incredible shrinkin' race 

Fiend without a face 

Still got love for 'em 

But some ain't got no love 

For the rest of us 

So my boys get iller than Illinois 

Return to da noise 

I'd rather fall off 

Than fall victim of crime 

And a low percentage rhyme 

If I go down they ain't goin' wit me 

So ya'll come get me, come on 

Come on, come on, come on 

Come on, come on, come on, come on