[Intro]

Uh, uh

What up? Kells

Cleveland, Ha ah (Come on)

What up? Hey

How we roll?

[Verse 1]

Out the middle of the map we be givin it from the top

And we're done with the bottom of the class - What we call home

Everybody wanna know if the kid got a story

Old folks gimme just a little when I give more

Started out with a smidgen of a midget

Now tell me where my competition?

Givin' 'em all, givin' 'em all, givin' 'em all, the SHOTS

[?] subliminals and criminals we don't get CAUGHT!

[Chorus]

Tell me who gon' ride until the midwest rise

Who's heart's gonna stop when the midwest dies

Who's gonna take the spark from out these midwest eyes

And believe I ain't gon' stop until the midwest mine

[Verse 2]

Yeah, yeah, everybody wanna hear the fast flow

Comin' out the C-L-E-V-E-L-A-N-D you better be rippin' the track though

You better be bounce like, you better be [?]

If your word twisted like strings of a lasso (Go get it boy)

Take it to the top of the terminal til' my last chance

They can't determine now why there ain't no stopping

Now we breaking out through all the cracks of the cowers

Cause Benny showers in the pockets of my Eddie Bauers'

I-I am that, kid that be sitting on the front porch

Clutched to the blunt roach

Taking it to the head with one toke

If only my problems could be solved with one smoke

And is the economy so messed up?

I already know I'm not gonna get the job

So what's the point in gettin' dressed up?

And I done seen my share

Fresh outta high school, lost two of mine out there

That's why [?] think twice

People that said "them Hollywood acts come around here"

This the Concrete Jungle, constant trouble

Always high but never humble

Livin' out this cartoon but we surrounded by rocks like Barney Rubble

Gangs and violence, pimps and hoes

Crack, wet, brick, zones

Jackers, rappers, trappers, bums

Block, 'jects, 'burbs, slums

Chopper, Glock, Mac, Uzi

This real, that's movie

Fights, cops, snitch, fans

This is midwest

Been around the world, seen a lot of things

Seem like I'm attached to the ghetto like a wedding ring

Never didn't like her, never did wife her (No)

'Til she got me 0-1 in the circle like a cypher

Oh my god, please applaud

I ain't going home BITCH I go hard

Only white boy with a style so raw

Real recognize me, not you, you suck (Yuh)

[Chorus]

Tell me who gon' ride until the midwest rise

Who's heart's gonna stop when the midwest dies

Who's gonna take the spark from out these midwest eyes

And believe I ain't gon' stop until the midwest mine