"So... you you're untouchable?"
[Chorus: John Cena - by DJ Chaos] Word life! is basic thugonomics This is ba-basic life! {*scratching*} "I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin you to me" - Esoteric Word life! This is thugo-{*scratch*}-thugo-{*scratch*}-thugonomics Word life! "I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin you to me" - Esoteric
[Verse One: Cena] Whether fightin, or spittin, my discipline is Got you backin up, in a defensive An ass-kickin anthem, heavyweight or Holdin camps for ransom, the microphone Teams hit the floor, this the new fight Like a broken needle kid, you the point! We your conference with offense that's no nonsense My song hits, get your reinforcements! We strike quick hard kicks, duckin ice picks Bare-knuckle men through fight pits, you lifeless Never survive this! Get forget Alzheimer's rappers, walk away with four shiners The raw rhymer, turnin to old-timers My incisor's like a viper, through your one-liners! New Inc. - and we about to make you famous Takin over Earth and still in Uranus!
[Verse Two: uncredited You ain't advanced enough to process potential phonetical The are +Foreign+, like blot tests sex, a complex, regardless of your finesse or your fitness, it's the condition of Your lame of a underground, physical image underneath to undermine your whole, typical image With the precision of percentages, and the collision of Poetry, beats, and mics - we like righteous with no crevices Streets unite, we rock right over beats Yo' cats couldn't come hot {?} in the summer heat Forget two takes, kill y'all birds the time Yo' {shit} ain't, worthy of my filler or worst rhymes I'm than nice, check the veteran stripes you beside yourself with fear, I kill you, and bury you twice Despite the cover of night, your flight Like guerilla warfare, where the is dense Approachin me is a quick way to get to in the past tense that! When the light to mic is on The is dead like the intermission when you on the Titantron