Songtext von 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