"So... you think untouchable?"
[Chorus: John Cena - by DJ Chaos] Word life! This is basic This is thugomoics life! {*scratching*} "I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin you to me" - Esoteric Word life! This is Basic Word life! "I'm untouchable, but I'm you to feel me" - Esoteric
[Verse One: John Whether fightin, or spittin, my discipline is Got you backin up, in a position An anthem, heavyweight or bantam Holdin for ransom, the microphone phantom Teams hit the floor, this the new joint Like a needle kid, you missin the point! We your conference with offense that's no nonsense My song hits, get your reinforcements! We strike quick with kicks, duckin ice picks Bare-knuckle men through pits, beat you lifeless Never survive this! Get like Alzheimer's Two-face rappers, walk with four shiners The raw rhymer, turnin to old-timers My like a viper, bitin through your one-liners! New Deadman Inc. - and we about to make you Takin Earth and still kickin in Uranus!
[Verse Two: uncredited You ain't advanced to process potential phonetical concepts The are +Foreign+, like blot tests sex, a complex, regardless of your finesse or your fitness, it's the of business Your lame vision of a underground, physical You're underneath to undermine your whole, image With the precision of percentages, and the collision of Poetry, beats, and - we untouchable like righteous sluts with no Streets unite, we rock right over dumber Yo' cats couldn't this hot {?} in the summer heat Forget two takes, kill birds the first time Yo' best ain't, worthy of my filler or worst rhymes I'm better than nice, check the stripes Leave you beside with fear, I kill you, and bury you twice the cover of night, trackin your flight Like guerilla warfare, the grass is dense Approachin me is a quick way to get to in the past tense Dead that! the light to mic is on The is dead like the intermission when you on the Titantron