Untouchables Lyrics - Singles - John Cena

The untouchable cat whose style is right 

I can be mistaken for the smooth and silent type 

My violence bites tight like it was vampire's teeth 

I'm hammerin' chief, opponents with beef, you're put to sleep 

My radical brain, will run your terrain, I'm comin' again 

It's simple and plain, you're hurtin', there's no numbin' the pain 

Warpin' your frame to convex with ill techs 

Still flex, kill specs on cassette decks 

Mic checks, and tight reps, collect all live bets 

We'll see how bright the lights get 

The illest attack, I fight with artillery jacket 

Physically smacked then verbally humbled 

You stumble and fumble, so I gain posession 

Music moves in cycles, natural progression 

Thuganomics lesson is taught when records are bought 

Analyzed for lies and fillers, nowadays 

Gorillas make scrilla if the market's correct 

All you need is a hook, and a hand to collect 

Lack cred but respect Mc's before me 

Don't blast the back heat but the streets, can't ignore me 

Hands nice, I rock your wigpiece 

Leave your hard rep soft 

Just like when Miami left the big east 

Bust that 

Y'all know my steez, yo we raisin' the bar 

Assassinate the mainstream 

Y'all know my steez, Trademarc and John Cena 

Assassinate the mainstream 

Y'all know my steez, yo we raisin' the bar 

Assassinate the mainstream 

Y'all know my steez, Trademarc and John Cena 

Assassinate the mainstream 

I calculate between the hi-hat, the bassline 

The slideback, the scene decides that, Trademarc 

Designed raps through divine contact 

The synapse to climb a syntax [unverified], define clever 

We find Trademarc's photo id below the letters 

Your rhymes are general played, minimal blank 

Your eyes was blinded by the signs of federal banks 

You lost your focus of function 

'Member back when MC's used to spit and say that meant somethin' 

(Shit) 

The mainstream remained clean 

Then the corporate industry became the same dream 

And I leaned back below the scene 

Mappin' out the future warfare schemes 

To sweep through the streets lethal, to meet you 

Delete too, editorial restrictions 

Cause labels need candy ass rappers so the populars can listen 

Not the caste system 

The last talented cats that lost they status 

Real raps end up gratis tracks on mixtapes that never sell 

'Cause executives and marketing schemes 

Designed rims, hoes and music, and bed in jail 

I know the veterans can tell, I see through the image 

Mainstream acts is timid 

I want hard beats, basslines, and lyrics that's vivid 

A voice within it, tellin' me real rap is comin' back and boy it's livid 

I want it, I breathe it, I live it 

I cornered the scene and I bring destruction 

You ain't worth your weight, never mind the cost of post production 

Introduction of Trademarc, the poet laureate 

Through the diction of reason 

Rhyme forever, but born out the 7 iller [unverified] to beat in 

Bust that 

Y'all know my steez, yo we raisin' the bar 

Assassinate the mainstream 

Y'all know my steez, Trademarc and John Cena 

Assassinate the mainstream 

Y'all know my steez, yo we raisin' the bar 

Assassinate the mainstream 

Y'all know my steez, Trademarc and John Cena 

Assassinate the mainstream 

Bust that 

Y'all know my steez, yo we raisin' the bar 

Assassinate the mainstream 

Y'all know my steez, Trademarc and John Cena 

Assassinate the mainstream 

Y'all know my steer, yo we raisin' the bar 

Assassinate the mainstream 

Y'all know my steez, Trademarc and John Cena 

Assassinate the mainstream 

Bust that 

Y'all know my steez, yo we raisin' the bar 

Assassinate the mainstream 

Y'all know my steez, Trademarc and John Cena 

Assassinate the mainstream 

Y'all know my steez, yo we raisin' the bar 

Assassinate the mainstream 

Y'all know my steez, Trademarc and John Cena 

Assassinate the mainstream 

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