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    • Тексты песен / J / John Cena / Untouchables

    Текст песни John Cena - Untouchables

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    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..

    [Chorus *scratched*]
    bu bu bu bu bu 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

    [Trademarc]
    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 error/era, 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 (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 Trademarc, the poet laureate
    Through the diction of reason
    Rhyme forever, but born out the 7 iller, about to beat in

    [Chorus] - repeat to fade

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