"So... you think untouchable?"
[Chorus: John Cena - by DJ Chaos] Word life! is basic thugonomics is ba-basic thugomoics Word life! "I'm untouchable, but I'm you to feel me" - Esoteric Word life! This is Basic life! {*scratching*} "I'm untouchable, but I'm you to feel me" - Esoteric
[Verse John Cena] fightin, or spittin, my discipline is unforgiven Got you backin up, in a position An ass-kickin anthem, heavyweight or camps for ransom, the microphone phantom Teams hit the floor, this the new fight Like a broken kid, you missin the point! We dominate conference with offense that's no nonsense My song hits, get your reinforcements! We strike quick with kicks, duckin ice picks Bare-knuckle men through fight pits, beat you Never this! Get forget like Alzheimer's Two-face rappers, walk with four shiners The raw rhymer, legends to old-timers My incisor's like a viper, bitin through one-liners! New Deadman Inc. - and we about to you famous Takin over Earth and still in Uranus!
[Verse Two: guest] You ain't advanced enough to process phonetical concepts The +Objects+ are +Foreign+, like tests Sponsored sex, a complex, regardless of your or your fitness, it's the of business Your vision of a underground, physical image You're underneath to undermine your whole, image With the of percentages, and the collision of sedatives Poetry, beats, and - we untouchable like sluts 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 first Yo' {shit} ain't, worthy of my filler or worst rhymes I'm better than nice, check the stripes Leave you yourself with fear, I kill you, and bury you twice Despite the of night, trackin your flight Like warfare, where the grass is dense Approachin me is a way to get referred to in the past tense Dead that! When the to mic is on The is dead like the intermission when you on the Titantron