Текст песни John Cena f Trademark - Untouchables
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[John Cena]The untouchable cat whose style is rightI can be mistaken for the smooth and silent typeMy violence bites tight like it was vampire`s teethI`m hammerin chief, opponents with beef, you`re put to sleepMy radical brain, will run your terrain, I`m comin againIt`s simple and plain, you`re hurtin, there`s no numbin the painWarpin your frame to convex with ill techsStill flex, kill specs on cassette decksMic checks, and tight reps, collect all live betsWe`ll see how bright the lights getThe illest attack, I fight with artillery JackAnd physically smack them verbally humbleYou stumble and fumble, so I gain posessionMusic moves in cycles, natural progressionThugonomics lesson is taught when records are boughtAnalyzed for lies and fillers, nowadaysGorillas make scrilla if the market`s correctAll you need is a hook, and a hand to collectLack cred but respect MC`s before meDon`t blast the back heat but the streets, can`t ignore meHands nice, I rock your wigpiece, leave your hard rep softJust like when Miami left the Big East..[Chorus *scratched*]Bust thatY`all know my steez, yo we raisin the barAssassinate the mainstreamY`all know my steez, Trademark and John CenaAssassinate the mainstreamY`all know my steez, yo we raisin the barAssassinate the mainstreamY`all know my steez, Trademark and John CenaAssassinate the mainstream[Trademark]I calculate between the hi-hat, the basslineThe slideback, the scene decides that, Trademarkdesigned raps through divine contactThe synpase to climb a syntax error/era, define cleverWe find Trademark`s photo ID below the lettersYour rhymes are general played, minimal blankYour eyes was blinded by the signs of federal banksYou lost your focus of function`Member back when MC`s used to spit and say (shit) that meant somethinThe mainstream remained cleanThen the corporate industry became the same dreamAnd I leaned back below the sceneMappin out the future warfare schemesTo sweep through the streets lethal, to meet youDelete too, editorial restrictionsCause labels need candy-ass rappers so the populars can listenNot the caste systemThe last talented cats that lost they statusReal raps end up gratis tracks on mixtapes that never sellCause executives and marketing schemesDesigned rims, hoes and music, and bed in jailI know the veterans can tell, I see through the imageMainstream acts is timidI want hard beats, basslines, and lyrics that`s vividA voice within it, tellin me real rap is comin back and boy it`s lividI want it, I breathe it, I live itI cornered the scene and I bring destructionYou ain`t worth your weight, never mind the cost of post-productionIntroduction of Trademark, the poet laureateThrough the duction of reasonRhyme forever, but born out the 7 iller {?} to beat in[Chorus] - repeat to fade