"So... you think untouchable?"
[Chorus: John - scratched by DJ Chaos] Word life! is basic thugonomics This is thugomoics life! {*scratching*} "I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin you to feel me" - Word life! This is thugo-{*scratch*}-thugo-{*scratch*}-thugonomics Word life! "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 defensive An anthem, heavyweight or bantam Holdin camps for ransom, the phantom Teams hit the floor, the new fight joint Like a broken needle kid, you the point! We dominate conference with offense that's no nonsense My song hits, get your reinforcements! We strike quick with hard kicks, ice picks Bare-knuckle men fight pits, beat you lifeless survive 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 your one-liners! New Deadman Inc. - and we to make you famous over Earth and still kickin in Uranus!
[Verse Two: guest] You advanced enough to process potential phonetical concepts The +Objects+ are +Foreign+, blot tests sex, a complex, regardless of your finesse or fitness, it's the condition of business lame vision of a underground, physical image You're to undermine your whole, typical image With the precision of percentages, and the of sedatives Poetry, beats, and - we untouchable like sluts with no crevices Streets unite, we right over dumber beats Yo' cats couldn't this hot {?} in the summer heat Forget two takes, kill y'all birds the time Yo' best ain't, worthy of my filler or worst rhymes I'm better than nice, check the stripes Leave you beside yourself with fear, I kill you, and bury you Despite the cover of night, your flight guerilla warfare, where the grass is dense Approachin me is a quick way to get to in the past tense that! When the light to mic is on The crowd is dead the intermission when you on the Titantron