John Cena - Basic Thugonamics Lyrics by Soundtracks

John Cena - Basic Thugonamics Lyrics

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    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 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 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 Uranus!

    [Chorus]

    [Verse Two: uncredited guest]
    You ain't advanced enough to process potential phonetical concepts
    The +Objects+ are +Foreign+, like blot tests
    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 sedatives
    Poetry, beats, and 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 {shit} 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

    [Chorus]


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