Come on, into the center of the hate
It gets hot, baby, and don't stop
Come on, into the center of the hate
It gets hot, baby
Come on, into the center of the hate
It gets hot, baby, and don't stop
Come on, into the center of the hate
It gets hot, baby
Come on, into the center of the hate
It gets hot, baby, and don't stop
We are the nine pounders, all born in Newstown
I'm here to set it off, no fear to break it down
Feel my world for all states that we claim
Blaze and slow burn, for the essence in the game
The terrain, sun fell upon the one
Born to boom back, my brain stalled by the ton
No pain, no fun, let's creep out the mess
Enter my center where the 12 enters rest
Blessed by that blessing to learn a hard lesson
Protected by the fellas with the large Smith & Wessons
Got the bombs undressed
Keeping the low profile to keep the snakes out
Guessing, impressing, with the raw skills my God gave me
Going all out, sunk as nobody can save me
Clashed the crossroad, so I just flow on
Coming all out, here's something we can grow on
Come on, into the center of the hate
It gets hot, baby, and don't stop
Come on, into the center of the hate
It gets hot, baby
Come on, into the center of the hate
It gets hot, baby, and don't stop
Feel on the rapture, let the haze catch ya
The props, the love, and the gains is what I'm after
The rafter, beating down rafters
Happens when they rap
See the ball hitters
Feel the pure Mecca child
The profile, the green rocks on again
It's all hot here, so go tell your friend
So he can tell his men and they won't pretend
Cause the burn's so real that they all attend
My MC's show, get great for front row
Rock a line, now let's lay for the players' club
Guaranteeing all wins like Broadway Joe
And if you ain't hurt, act like you know
That look, he's from the East
Coming for us, piece of pie
I'm in that freak mode
Son, it's time to do or die
So you know why
The dope got your mind high
You gotta stay fly, which is why



Why didn't you come about to get mine?
Hold on, into the centre of the haze
Move it all up to the center of the haze
Come on, into the centre of the haze
*, it's hot, baby, ya don't stop
So as you analyze me, I paralyse you
So what you gonna do when the one-man wreck recruits
Steps up, our minijabs are never ready
I walk the beat hard, got the blast for the pegged
Get ready, don't be hardly engaged


You can come and enter the stage
And feel the raw wrath and the pleasures of the rage
The rampage, my people, will not be televised
Run if you want, people always recognize
I up and rise, my movement's generation
The penetration, soul sensation
On the left, that life divine
Yo, I pass to my people, all sip the wine
Cause time is short, the style gets hard
Representing to the grave, rough, rugged, and scarred
Worldwide
Worldwide
And to the center of the hate
It gets hot, baby, it don't stop
Come on, and to the center of the hate
It gets hot, baby, it don't stop
Come on, and to the center of the hate
It gets hot, baby, it don't stop
Come on, and to the center of the hate
It gets hot, baby, it don't stop