text: Uh, uh
  What up? Kells
  Cleveland, Ha ah 
  What up? Hey
  How we roll?
  Out the middle of the map we be givin it from the top
  And were 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 dont get CAUGHT!
  Tell me who gon ride until the midwest rise
  Whos hearts gonna stop when the midwest dies
  Whos gonna take the spark from out these midwest eyes
  And believe I aint gon stop until the midwest mine
  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 
  Take it to the top of the terminal til my last chance
  They cant determine now why there aint 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 Im not gonna get the job
  So whats the point in gettin dressed up?
  And I done seen my share
  Fresh outta high school, lost two of mine out there
  Thats 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, thats movie
  Fights, cops, snitch, fans
  This is midwest
  Been around the world, seen a lot of things
  Seem like Im attached to the ghetto like a wedding ring
  Never didnt like her, never did wife her 
  Til she got me 0-1 in the circle like a cypher
  Oh my god, please applaud
  I aint going home BITCH I go hard
  Only white boy with a style so raw
  Real recognize me, not you, you suck 
  Tell me who gon ride until the midwest rise
  Whos hearts gonna stop when the midwest dies
  Whos gonna take the spark from out these midwest eyes
  And believe I aint gon stop until the midwest mine