"So... you think you're untouchable?"      [Chorus: John Cena - scratched by DJ Chaos]   Word life! This is basic thugonomics   This is ba-basic thugomoics   Word life! {*scratching*}   "I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin you to feel me" - Esoteric   Word life! This is bas-{*scratch*}   Basic thugo-{*scratch*}-thugo-{*scratch*}-thugonomics   Word life! {*scratching*}   "I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin you to feel me" - Esoteric      [Verse One: John Cena]   Whether fightin, or spittin, my discipline is unforgiven   Got you backin up, in a defensive position   An ass-kickin anthem, heavyweight or bantam   Holdin camps for ransom, the microphone phantom   Teams hit the floor, this the new fight joint   Like a broken needle kid, you missin 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, duckin ice picks   Bare-knuckle men through fight pits, beat you lifeless   Never survive this! Get forget like Alzheimer's   Two-face rappers, walk away with four shiners   The raw rhymer, turnin legends to old-timers   My incisor's like a viper, bitin through your one-liners!   New Deadman Inc. - and we about to make you famous   Takin over Earth and still kickin in Uranus!      [Chorus]      [Verse Two: uncredited guest]   You ain't advanced enough to process potential phonetical concepts   The +Objects+ are +Foreign+, like blot tests   Sponsored sex, 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 sedatives   Poetry, beats, and mics - we untouchable   like righteous sluts 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 {shit} 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, trackin your flight   Like guerilla warfare, where the grass is dense   Approachin 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]