Come on, into the center of the hateIt gets hot, baby, and don't stopCome on, into the center of the hateIt gets hot, babyCome on, into the center of the hateIt gets hot, baby, and don't stopCome on, into the center of the hateIt gets hot, babyCome on, into the center of the hateIt gets hot, baby, and don't stopWe are the nine pounders, all born in NewstownI'm here to set it off, no fear to break it downFeel my world for all states that we claimBlaze and slow burn, for the essence in the gameThe terrain, sun fell upon the oneBorn to boom back, my brain stalled by the tonNo pain, no fun, let's creep out the messEnter my center where the 12 enters restBlessed by that blessing to learn a hard lessonProtected by the fellas with the large Smith & WessonsGot the bombs undressedKeeping the low profile to keep the snakes outGuessing, impressing, with the raw skills my God gave meGoing all out, sunk as nobody can save meClashed the crossroad, so I just flow onComing all out, here's something we can grow onCome on, into the center of the hateIt gets hot, baby, and don't stopCome on, into the center of the hateIt gets hot, babyCome on, into the center of the hateIt gets hot, baby, and don't stopFeel on the rapture, let the haze catch yaThe props, the love, and the gains is what I'm afterThe rafter, beating down raftersHappens when they rapSee the ball hittersFeel the pure Mecca childThe profile, the green rocks on againIt's all hot here, so go tell your friendSo he can tell his men and they won't pretendCause the burn's so real that they all attendMy MC's show, get great for front rowRock a line, now let's lay for the players' clubGuaranteeing all wins like Broadway JoeAnd if you ain't hurt, act like you knowThat look, he's from the EastComing for us, piece of pieI'm in that freak modeSon, it's time to do or dieSo you know whyThe dope got your mind highYou gotta stay fly, which is whyWhy didn't you come about to get mine?Hold on, into the centre of the hazeMove it all up to the center of the hazeCome on, into the centre of the haze*, it's hot, baby, ya don't stopSo as you analyze me, I paralyse youSo what you gonna do when the one-man wreck recruitsSteps up, our minijabs are never readyI walk the beat hard, got the blast for the peggedGet ready, don't be hardly engagedYou can come and enter the stageAnd feel the raw wrath and the pleasures of the rageThe rampage, my people, will not be televisedRun if you want, people always recognizeI up and rise, my movement's generationThe penetration, soul sensationOn the left, that life divineYo, I pass to my people, all sip the wineCause time is short, the style gets hardRepresenting to the grave, rough, rugged, and scarredWorldwideWorldwideAnd to the center of the hateIt gets hot, baby, it don't stopCome on, and to the center of the hateIt gets hot, baby, it don't stopCome on, and to the center of the hateIt gets hot, baby, it don't stopCome on, and to the center of the hateIt gets hot, baby, it don't stop