"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 forcin you to me" - Esoteric Word life! This is Basic life! {*scratching*} "I'm untouchable, but I'm you to feel me" - Esoteric
One: John Cena] Whether fightin, or spittin, my is unforgiven Got you up, in a defensive position An anthem, heavyweight or bantam camps for ransom, the microphone phantom Teams hit the floor, this the new fight Like a broken kid, you missin the point! We dominate your conference with that's no nonsense My theme hits, get your reinforcements! We strike quick with hard kicks, ice picks Bare-knuckle men fight 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 like a viper, through your one-liners! New Inc. - and we about to make you famous Takin over and still kickin in Uranus!
[Verse uncredited guest] You ain't advanced enough to process phonetical concepts The +Objects+ are +Foreign+, like blot Sponsored sex, a complex, of your finesse or your fitness, it's the condition of Your lame vision of a underground, image You're underneath to undermine your whole, image With the precision of percentages, and the of sedatives Poetry, beats, and mics - we like sluts with no crevices Streets unite, we rock right dumber beats Yo' cats come this hot {?} in the summer heat Forget two takes, kill y'all birds the time Yo' {shit} ain't, worthy of my filler or worst rhymes I'm better than nice, the veteran stripes Leave you beside with fear, I kill you, and bury you twice Despite the cover of night, trackin your guerilla warfare, where the grass is dense Approachin me is a quick way to get to in the past tense Dead that! the light to mic is on The crowd is like the intermission when you on the Titantron