"So... you you're untouchable?"
[Chorus: John Cena - scratched by DJ life! This is basic thugonomics This is ba-basic 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 One: Cena] Whether fightin, or spittin, my discipline is Got you backin up, in a defensive An anthem, heavyweight or bantam Holdin camps for ransom, the phantom Teams hit the floor, the new fight joint Like a needle kid, you missin the point! We dominate your with offense that's no nonsense My theme song hits, get reinforcements! We quick with hard kicks, duckin ice picks Bare-knuckle men through fight pits, beat you Never survive this! Get forget Alzheimer's Two-face rappers, walk with four shiners The raw rhymer, turnin to old-timers My like a viper, bitin through your one-liners! New Deadman Inc. - and we about to make you over Earth and still kickin in Uranus!
[Verse Two: guest] You ain't enough to process potential phonetical concepts The +Objects+ are +Foreign+, blot tests Sponsored sex, a complex, regardless of your or your fitness, it's the 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 rock over dumber beats Yo' couldn't come this 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, the veteran stripes Leave you 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 way to get referred to in the past tense Dead that! the light to mic is on The is dead like the intermission when you on the Titantron