Soundtracks - John Cena - Basic Thugonamics lyrics

WWE Originals Soundtrack Lyrics -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Artist: John Cena Lyrics Song: Basic Thugonomics Lyrics "So... you think you're untouchable?" [Chorus: John Cena - scratched by DJ Chaos] Word life! This is basic thugonomics This is ba-basic thugomoics Word life! {*scratching*} "I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin you to feel me" - Esoteric Word life! This is bas-{*scratch*} Basic thugo-{*scratch*}-thugo-{*scratch*}-thugonomics Word life! {*scratching*} "I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin you to feel me" - Esoteric [Verse One: John Cena] Whether fightin, or spittin, my discipline is unforgiven Got you backin up, in a defensive position An a**-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 ice picks Bare-knuckle men through fight pits, beat you lifeless Never survive this! Get forget like Alzheimer's Two-face 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 Uran*s! [Chorus] [Verse Two: uncredited guest] You ain't advanced enough to process potential phonetical concepts The +Objects+ are +Foreign+, like blot tests Sponsored s**, 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 sedatives Poetry, beats, and mics - we untouchable like righteous s*uts 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, k** y'all birds the first time Yo' best {sh**} 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 k** you, and bury you twice Despite the cover of night, trackin your flight Like guerilla warfare, where the gra** 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 [Chorus]