WWE: The Time Is Now (John Cena) - John Cena & Tha Trademarc

So, you think you're untouchable? Word life, this is basic thugonomics This is ba-, basic thugonomics Word life I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin' you to feel me Word life, this is bas-, basic thugo- thugo-, thugonomics Word life I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin' you to feel me Whether fightin', or spittin', my discipline is unforgiven Got you backin' up, in a defensive position An ass-kickin' anthem, heavyweight or bantam Holdin' camps for ransom, the microphone phantom Teams hit the floor, this the new fight joint Like a broken needle, kid, you missin' the point We dominate your conference with offense, that's no nonsense My theme song hits, get your reinforcements We strike quick with hard kicks, duckin' night sticks Bare-knuckle men through fight pits, beat you lifeless Never survive this, get forgot like Alzheimer's Two-faced rappers walk away with four shiners The raw rhymer, turnin' legends to old-timers My incisor's like a viper, bitin' through your one-liners New Deadman Inc., and we about to make you famous Takin' over Earth and still kickin' in Uranus Word life, this is basic thugonomics This is ba-, basic thugonomics Word life I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin' you to feel me Word life, this is bas-, basic thugo- thugo-, thugonomics Word life I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin' you to feel me You ain't advanced enough to process potential phonetical concepts The objects are foreign, like blot test Sponsored sex, a complex, regardless of your finesse Or your fitness, it's the condition of business Your lame vision of a underground, physical image You're underneath to undermine your whole, typical image With the precision of percentages, and the collision of sentences Poetry, beats, or mics, we untouchable Like righteous sluts with no crevices Streets unite, we rock right over dumber beats Yo' cats couldn't come this hot - in the summer heat Forget two takes, kill y'all birds the first time Yo' best - ain't worthy of my filler or worst rhymes I'm better than nice, check the veteran stripes Leave you beside yourself with fear, I kill you, and bury you twice Despite the cover of night, trackin' your flight Like guerilla warfare, where the grass is dense Approachin' me is a quick way to get referred to in the past tense Dead that, when the light to mic is on The crowd is dead like the intermission when you on the Titantron Word life, this is basic thugonomics This is ba-, basic thugonomics Word life I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin' you to feel me Word life, this is bas-, basic thugo- thugo-, thugonomics Word life I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin' you to feel me

First and foremost... Flow easy, yo Yo, yo, for the hood (for the hood) Everybody flow easy, ha ha, so easy Yo, listen For the corrupt mob, John Cena, Trademarc, listen I embarass MC's who touch the mic with me That's why they never holla when it's showtime - gimme I spit poison like a black snake bit me Guns up in the E-Class, D's can't get me My foot is a 13, 12's don't fit me My heart is cold and hard like Jack Frost bit me So many new flows old flows start to panic It's time they got built by the mic mechanic Y'all heard, I stay in hood streets like curbs And never forget, where I come from, word I ain't goin broke, fuck you, I'll cop me a brick And take it straight to the block, forget rap quick Don't trip, Bump got a speed zone sign For suckers who move too fast against mine I'm pressed, pushin it full speed ahead You left, bullet in chest, meet the dead, so Flow easy, turn up the mic it's time To flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme I flow easy, the underground pound and grime Flow easy, but yours don't sound like mine I flow easy, turn up the mic it's time I flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme I flow easy, the underground pound and grime Flow easy, so yours don't sound like mine I flow easy Philosopher first, rapper second Manifest the message, lessons involved It all but hits you, aviate your crew and lift you So what's the issue? Trademarc has got it locked before he meet you Greet your mind before we even greet you Won't mislead you, I ain't trustin people, cause I defeat you Take it down a notch, slow your roll Cause we crush spirits, like we stole your soul I set styles off dog, y'all are fuckin mimics Man I talk more shit than pro-lifers in abortion clinics Run my mouth off like high school rumors Man and grab microphones like pedophiles gropin late bloomers Flow easy like your first day with white sneakers You just a face in the crowd like packed bleachers Huh, you better rock a sleeveless Freddie Foxxx, Trademarc, John Cena breeze through Y'all are fuckin divas First and foremost I sure post potential like Carmelo Turn a hard MC to jello Make their skin yellow with fear while stayin mellow and clear Man, we in for one hell of a year, yeah Curse a fool like the Red Sox, we tighter than headlocks I'm flowin easy with Freddie Foxxx Known to hang it low like dreadlocks and y'all are too slow Like wearing a weight vest and lead socks I'm a fat kid, you feed me? I'm still hungry Never let a bitch take a bill from me Like Jordan in the 4th quarter, I'm still money Best believe the flow water, we still runny Make your stomach feel funny, I'm so sick With 16 bars twice the value of gold brick Make it known quick that I'm greedy, we got the rats and the cheese B So believe me