Basic Thugonomics Lyrics – John Cena

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[Intro: John Cena]
So, you think you’re untouchable?

[Chorus: John Cena & Esoteric]
Word life, this is basic thugonomics
This is ba—, basic thugonomics
Word life
I’m untouchable, but I’m forcing you to feel me
Word life, this is bas—, basic thugo— thugo—, thugonomics
Word life
I’m untouchable, but I’m forcing you to feel me
[Verse 1: John Cena]
Whether fighting, or spitting, my discipline is unforgiven
Got you backing up, in a defensive position
An ass-kicking anthem, heavyweight or bantam
Holding camps for ransom, the microphone phantom
Teams hit the floor, this the new fight joint
Like a broken needle, kid, you missing 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, ducking night sticks
Bare-knuckle men through fight pits, beat you lifeless
Never survive this, get forgot like Alzheimer’s
Two-faced rappers walk away with four shiners
The raw rhymer, turning legends to old-timers
My incisor’s like a viper, biting through your one-liners
New Deadman Inc. and we about to make you famous
Taking over Earth and still kicking in Uranus

[Chorus: John Cena & Esoteric]
Word life, this is basic thugonomics
This is ba—, basic thugonomics
Word life
I’m untouchable, but I’m forcing you to feel me
Word life, this is bas—, basic thugo— thugo—, thugonomics
Word life

I’m untouchable, but I’m forcing you to feel me

[Verse 2: Trademarc]
You ain’t advanced enough to process potential phonetical concepts
The objects are foreign, like blot test
Sponsored s*x, 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 sentences
Poetry, beats, or mics, we untouchable
Like righteous 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 **** 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, tracking your flight
Like guerilla warfare, where the grass is dense
Approaching 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: John Cena & Esoteric]
Word life, this is basic thugonomics
This is ba—, basic thugonomics
Word life
I’m untouchable, but I’m forcing you to feel me
Word life, this is bas—, basic thugo— thugo—, thugonomics
Word life
I’m untouchable, but I’m forcing you to feel me