"So... you you're untouchable?"
[Chorus: John Cena - scratched by DJ Word life! This is basic This is ba-basic Word life! "I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin you to feel me" - Word life! is bas-{*scratch*} 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 up, in a defensive position An ass-kickin anthem, or bantam Holdin for ransom, the microphone phantom Teams hit the floor, the new fight joint Like a broken needle kid, you the point! We dominate your 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 survive this! Get forget Alzheimer's Two-face rappers, walk away with shiners The raw rhymer, legends to old-timers My incisor's like a viper, through your one-liners! New Deadman Inc. - and we about to you famous Takin over and still kickin in Uranus!
[Verse Two: guest] You advanced enough to process potential phonetical concepts The are +Foreign+, like blot tests sex, a complex, regardless of your finesse or your fitness, the condition of business lame vision of a underground, physical image You're underneath to undermine whole, typical image With the precision of percentages, and the of sedatives Poetry, beats, and - we untouchable like righteous sluts no crevices Streets unite, we rock over dumber beats Yo' couldn't come this hot {?} in the summer heat Forget two takes, y'all birds the first time Yo' best {shit} ain't, worthy of my filler or worst I'm better than nice, check the stripes you beside yourself with fear, I kill you, and bury you twice Despite the of night, trackin your flight Like guerilla warfare, the grass is dense Approachin me is a quick way to get referred to in the tense Dead that! the light to mic is on The crowd is like the intermission when you on the Titantron