John Cena - Untouchables (john Cena) Lyrics - Trademark

[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 Jack 

And physically smack them verbally humble 

You stumble and fumble, so I gain posession 

Music moves in cycles, natural progression 

Thugonomics 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.. 

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[Chorus *scratched*] 

Bust that 

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

Assassinate the mainstream 

Y'all know my steez, Trademark and John Cena 

Assassinate the mainstream 

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

Assassinate the mainstream 

Y'all know my steez, Trademark and John Cena 

Assassinate the mainstream 

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[Trademark] 

I calculate between the hi-hat, the bassline 

The slideback, the scene decides that, Trademark 

designed raps through divine contact 

The synpase to climb a syntax error/era, define clever 

We find Trademark'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 (shit) that meant somethin 

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 Trademark, the poet laureate 

Through the duction of reason 

Rhyme forever, but born out the 7 iller proud to beat in 

[Chorus] - repeat to fade