The Untouchables

(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 hammering chief
I'm almost a beef?
You put to sleep
My radical brain will run your terrain
I'm coming again
It's simple and plain
You're hurting, there's no numbing the pain,
Whooping your frame
They're convex
With ill-techs
I'm 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'll fight with artillery Jack
And physically smack them
Verbally humble
You stumble and fumble
So I gain possession
Music moves in cycles
Natural progression
Thuganomics lesson is taught
And records are bought
Analyse for lies and fillers
Nowadays, gorillas make squiller 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
Hair's nice, I'll rock your wig-piece
Leave your hard rep soft, just like when Miami left the Big East
Big East-Big East-Big East-Big East-Big East...

Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bust dat!

Y'all know my stees
Yo we raising the bar
Assassinate the main, mainstream
Y'all know my stees
Trademarc and John Cena
Assassinate the main, mainstream
Y'all know my stees
Yo we raising the bar
Assassinate the main, mainstream
Y'all know my stees
Trademarc and John Cena
Assassinate the main, mainstream

(Trademarc):
I calculate between the high hat
The base line I slide back
The scene decides that Tradmarc
Design raps through divine contact
The synapse to climb the syntax error
Define clever, You find Trademarcs photo ID below the letters
Your rhymes are general, plain, minimal blank
You eyes is blind by the sign of federal banks
You lost your focus of function
Remember back when MC's used to spit
And say shit that meant something
The mainstream remained clean
Then the corporate industry became the same dream
And I leaned back below the scene
Mapping out the future warfare scheme
I sweep through the streets lethal to meet you
To lead to immaterial restrictions
Because labels need candy ass rappers
So the populace can listen
Not the Caste System

The last talented cats have lost their status
Real raps end up gratis tracks on mix tapes that never sell
'Cuz executives and marketing schemes design rims, hoes and music and better gel
I know the veterans can tell I see through the image
Main stream acts is timid
I want hard beats, base lines and lyrics that's vivid a voice within it
Telling me real rap is coming back and boy it's livid
I want it, I breathe it, I live it
I corner the scene and I bet destruction
You ain't worth your weight never mind the cost of post-production
Introduction to Trademarc
The poet laureate through deduction of reason
Run forever
Before and after salmonella brought the beating

Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bust dat!

Y'all know my stees
Yo we raising the bar
Assassinate the main, mainstream
Y'all know my stees
Trademarc and John Cena
Assassinate the main, mainstream
Y'all know my stees
Yo we raising the bar
Assassinate the main, mainstream
Y'all know my stees
Trademarc and John Cena
Assassinate the main, mainstream
(Fade to Finish)