"So... you think untouchable?"
[Chorus: John - scratched by DJ Chaos] Word life! This is basic This is thugomoics Word life! "I'm untouchable, but I'm you to feel me" - Esoteric life! This is bas-{*scratch*} 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 ass-kickin anthem, heavyweight or camps for ransom, the microphone phantom Teams hit the floor, the new fight joint Like a broken needle kid, you the point! We dominate your conference with offense no nonsense My song hits, get your reinforcements! We strike with hard kicks, duckin ice picks Bare-knuckle men through pits, beat you lifeless Never survive this! Get forget like Two-face rappers, walk away with four The raw rhymer, turnin to old-timers My incisor's a viper, bitin through your one-liners! New Deadman Inc. - and we to make you famous Takin 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 finesse or fitness, it's the condition of business lame vision of a underground, physical image You're underneath to your whole, typical image With the of percentages, and the collision of sedatives Poetry, beats, and - we untouchable like sluts with no crevices Streets unite, we rock over dumber beats Yo' cats couldn't this hot {?} in the summer heat Forget two takes, y'all birds the first time Yo' best {shit} ain't, of my filler or worst rhymes I'm better than nice, the veteran stripes Leave you beside yourself fear, I kill you, and bury you twice Despite the cover of night, trackin flight Like guerilla warfare, 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 crowd is like the intermission when you on the Titantron