WWE Originals movie - Basic Thugonomics lyrics
rate meSong by John Cena<br /><br>
"So... you think you're untouchable?"<br>
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[Chorus: John Cena - scratched by DJ Chaos]<br>
Word life! This is basic thugonomics<br>
This is ba-basic thugomoics<br>
Word life! {*scratching*}<br>
"I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin you to feel me" - Esoteric<br>
Word life! This is bas-{*scratch*}<br>
Basic thugo-{*scratch*}-thugo-{*scratch*}-thugonomics<br>
Word life! {*scratching*}<br>
"I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin you to feel me" - Esoteric<br>
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[Verse One: John Cena]<br>
Whether fightin, or spittin, my discipline is unforgiven<br>
Got you backin up, in a defensive position<br>
An ass-kickin anthem, heavyweight or bantam<br>
Holdin camps for ransom, the microphone phantom<br>
Teams hit the floor, this the new fight joint<br>
Like a broken needle kid, you missin the point!<br>
We dominate your conference with offense that's no nonsense<br>
My theme song hits, get your reinforcements!<br>
We strike quick with hard kicks, duckin ice picks<br>
Bare-knuckle men through fight pits, beat you lifeless<br>
Never survive this! Get forget like Alzheimer's<br>
Two-face rappers, walk away with four shiners<br>
The raw rhymer, turnin legends to old-timers<br>
My incisor's like a viper, bitin through your one-liners!<br>
New Deadman Inc. - and we about to make you famous<br>
Takin over Earth and still kickin in Uranus!<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
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[Verse Two: Esoteric]<br>
You ain't advanced enough to process potential phonetical concepts<br>
The objects are foreign, like blot tests<br>
Sponsored sex, a complex, regardless of your finesse<br>
or your fitness, it's the condition of business<br>
Your lame vision of a underground, physical image<br>
You're underneath to undermine your whole, typical image<br>
With the precision of percentages, and the collision of sedatives<br>
Poetry, beats, and mics - we untouchable<br>
like righteous sluts with no crevices<br>
Streets unite, we rock right over dumber beats<br>
Yo' cats couldn't come this hot if they {jerked} off in the summer heat<br>
Forget two takes, kill y'all birds the first time<br>
Yo' best {shit} ain't, worthy of my filler or worst rhymes<br>
I'm better than nice, check the veteran stripes<br>
Leave you beside yourself with fear, I kill you, and bury you twice<br>
Despite the cover of night, trackin' your flight<br>
Like guerilla warfare, where the grass is dense<br>
Approachin me is a quick way to get referred to in the past tense<br>
Dead that! When the light to mic is on<br>
The crowd is dead like the intermission when you on the Titantron<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
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