"So... you think untouchable?"
[Chorus: Cena - scratched by DJ Chaos] Word life! This is basic is ba-basic thugomoics Word life! "I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin you to feel me" - Word life! This is Basic life! {*scratching*} "I'm untouchable, but I'm you to feel me" - Esoteric
One: John Cena] Whether fightin, or spittin, my is unforgiven Got you backin up, in a position An ass-kickin anthem, or bantam camps for ransom, the microphone phantom Teams hit the floor, this the new joint Like a broken kid, you missin the point! We dominate your conference with offense no nonsense My theme hits, get your reinforcements! We strike with hard kicks, duckin ice picks Bare-knuckle men through pits, beat you lifeless Never survive this! Get like Alzheimer's Two-face rappers, away with four shiners The raw rhymer, turnin to old-timers My like a viper, bitin through your one-liners! New Inc. - and we about to make you famous Takin Earth and still kickin in Uranus!
[Verse Two: guest] You ain't advanced enough to process phonetical concepts The +Objects+ are +Foreign+, like blot Sponsored sex, a complex, regardless of finesse or your fitness, the condition of business Your lame vision of a underground, image underneath to undermine your whole, typical image With the precision of percentages, and the of sedatives Poetry, beats, and - we untouchable righteous sluts with no crevices Streets unite, we right over dumber beats Yo' couldn't come this hot {?} in the summer heat Forget two takes, kill y'all the first time Yo' best {shit} ain't, worthy of my or worst rhymes I'm better nice, check the veteran stripes Leave you beside yourself with fear, I kill you, and you twice Despite the of night, trackin your flight Like warfare, where the grass is dense Approachin me is a quick way to get to in the past tense Dead that! the light to mic is on The crowd is like the intermission when you on the Titantron