| The streets battle grows hottest over hour plays a role of murarder 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 hourstand | |
| You have to bake the cake with grease | |
| and 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 watse 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, histroy's 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 | |
| [Pete Rock] Chorus: | |
| 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 | |
| [Rob-O] | |
| Check it out, yo | |
| 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 art of 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 nevre, with the rep that you can't preserve step to +I+ and '95 you gettin' served the method of Center of Attention | |
| Chorus | |
| [Grap Luva] | |
| 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 with my my self and never in the weapon carrying type but I'll insite a riot oragnize 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, Im a spirtal millionarie 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Ho-low, the Center of Attention | |
| Meccalicous you the Center of Attention | |
| Terence I be the Center of Attention | |
| My man Tito the Center of Attention | |
| Money Tazz you the Center of Attention | |
| And Grand Banga you the Center of Attention | |
| Lou Bizzy you the Center of Attention | |
| Pete Red the Center of Attention | |
| ( ? ) you know the Center of Attention you be | |
| Ward G, the Center of Attention you be | |
| G-O the Center of Attention | |
| My man Ropa-loc Center of Attention | |
| Dave Ice is the Center of Attention | |
| My brother Heavy D you the Center of Attention | |
| All the boros be the Center of Attention | |
| Pete Rock you the Center of Attention let's bounce |