Lyrics Center of Attention - ini

The streets battle grows hottest over hour plays a role of murder touching evey land or earth like a
Harlem Globetrotter
With a message it prays tellin brothers to rasie their hands
And take a stand because we all understand
You have to bake the cake with grease
So let the battle release and make enough so that we all get a piece
A slice for Mama Do, a slice for Papa Do I come from Uptown and kid that's how we do
I only speak for I.N.I. can't speak for your crew
So why would I waste my time to even stress you
I keep my mind on billed, and plus I keeping some skill
Consant thought about the madness can't hear the ldol chatters about
So I escape and take the funk rotue out, stories taught me what is all about
My destiny is profilled when I'm over and out
But I'll leave apart of me to cover all my acounts and I'm out
You always wanna be in the spotlight (right)
The Center of Attention I also like to mention
I.N.I. rocks the spot
It's like that cuz we keeping it hot
You see I prefer the player's approach so bust it
Joint's bumping lovely
Skins is thick like custom plus the weapons
That keep me steppin' while I proflex the auto-microphone check-in
You flow slick for a second
But now It's Rob-O's ditz your sweatin
And at my show, you see theatin
Why you stressing the tense to quench the strengh of this wiff microphonist
Your bicth attention is the bonest
Midatonest, crusin all this I got rhym goddamn
Confuse the funk music, rock, and jam
Pakistan stacks and grands and at the female fans
At the Local Thea-ther
The vocal creator slash I show blast beacuse you can't fuck with me
I guess this is the way your luck will be
Frontin much nerve, with the rep that you can't preserve
Step to +I+ and '95 you gettin' served the method of Center of Attention
Doesn't truly pay to be the Center of Attention
The main atraction gettin' all the action
People stoppin' the +I+ with question after question
I spit a few replies and keep to my self
And never in the weapon carrying type but I'll insite
A riot organize and never quiet
Don't it try it, dissin the +I+ is no use
I bounce like Cashar tape and get loose
Grippin the mic, spittin words I write
Or the pad or the paper or this pretictular caper
Got nuff up's and down's instry clowns
Jealous niggas tryin to keep countin my fingers
But yo, I'm a spiritual millionaire dropping bombs
Like King David when he wrote the songs
So what you need to do to listen up remain calm
Not riding a wave refuse to be a salve cause I'm the center