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John Cena Lyrics and Quotes!

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Quotes:

01. "WordLife!"
02. "Word mother freaking life"
03. "You can't see me!"
04. "Okaaaay,okaaaaay!"
05. "Yo,yo,yo...chill,chill!"
06. "Is (cityname) here to represent. Crowd responds: Damn straight"
07. "Choke on theeese (throws peanuts to his opponent(s))"
08. "Still pumpin' it up!"
09. "The Champ Is Here!"
10. " Im single available and easy!"
11. "If you don't know by now... we didn't want you to know"
12. "The kid pumpin up his shoes, that's who you got your money on.... Bet on anybody else? Yo your money gone!"
13. "Standing on a top of rack of coats thats gangsta!"
14. "I don't need leather pants and tattoos to try to act cool"
15. "I'm the real dark side, half machine like Darth Vader "
16. "He thinks he beatin' me tonight? He can suck my candy cane!"
17. "I'm iron like the Sheik, I got you in my camel clutches"
18. "I got one leg. I don't need a fake, I'll put a boot on my D***!"
19. "You're the American dream, I'm America's nightmare"
20. "If you want some, come get some"
21. "The Chain Gang is in the house"
22. "We all ride together, we all stick together, we all fight together & tonight we gunna get live together"
23. "Thats why i wear these colours so proud"
24. "Can you hear that? THAT is america"
25. "If you don't start none, there won't be none"

Lyrics !!:

Bad Bad Man

Bad Bad Man (non intro)
Ahhh you don' did it now.
Chaos you should of put this one in the vault man.
They not ready
They dont know whats commin man
Oh we gonna drop this on them right here
Ya'll aint ready for dis!
Ya'll aint ready for none of dis!
Your boy's a bad man
And we invadin' the streets
Make all 'em clapper-rappers scurred
They be droppin' the heat
Shocked the world now I'm standin' alone
I flip fools like them clamshell cellular phones
You can't help but nod ya head to the track
Fuck the watered-down rap, we be takin' it back
Give it to ya straight, ain't no chasin' it
Check ya self in the mirror, ain't no facin' it
'Cause you...playin' the roll and you plannin' to fold
This the masterplan, we got the planet on hold
We all over the streets like ya favorite sneeker
Breakin' up ya sound like a drive-thru speaker
Everything that I be spittin' is strong
After I rock, fast-forward through the rest of the song
We the monkey wrench, that's gonna ruin ya plan
And don't fuck wit John Cena, I'm a bad, bad man
With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man
Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man
Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man
Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man
Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
We devils, rockin' ambient levels
We set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals
When cats got one-liners, I drop several
And I think it's funny you choose
Who's in progress of runnin' in place
We makin' rules and ya'll settle
I rip rappers and take responsibility
for makin' future hall of famers look third-rate
Ya'll are lost for words like conversation on your worst first-date,
And raw beats
Creep through side streets
Loose leaf notepads
That's where rhymes leak
Punch-lines, man, don't even beg
I got knee-slapping tracks, ya'll cruisin' ya leg
You a rhyme-writer, buddy? Man, that's a joke
You ain't worthy of being my secretary, man that's a quote
I flood tracks like cracks in boats
And pussy rappers choked up, wit they own rhymes in they throat
With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man
Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man
Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man
Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man
Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
Turn up the microphone and feed me, I'm a beast
MCs and they beats is what I eat
16, I leave you in the street
My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feet
It's spreadin' up the leg and headin' for the head
Your rhymes are whack, your style is proof that the brain corrosion
Is fuckin' with ya chosen flows
I'm nice with mics, my hands'll break ya nose
Like Mikey Tyson, fightin' in his prime one rhyme
And I shake up the room one time, BOOM
To da jaw, your face is a cult-type, Where all the
The blood is not bein' mixed, jelly on the floor
My love is Compton bricks, belly on the floor
I rob you, you soft and you really ain't a problem
I solve you, 3 57 long nose revolve you
Acid in ya face, bad look, dissolve you
I'm a bad, bad man
Yeah,
Check it out,
It's Bumpy Knuckles, baby
And I want you to say hello to the bad, bad man
Come on!
With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man
Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man
Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man
Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man
Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
 
Credit: Cena-Thuganomics
 
 
Lyrics!!
 

The Untouchables

(John Cena):
The untouchable cat,
Whose style is right,
I can be mistaken for the smooth and silent type,
My violent bites tight like it was vampire's teeth,
I'm hammering chief,
Opponents got beef?
Get 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 and cycles,
Natural progression,
Thuganomics lesson is taught,
And records are bought,
Analyse for lies and fillers, now-a-days..
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!

Ya know my stea,
Yo we raisin da bar,
Assassinate da mai - main, main street,
Ya know my stea,
Trademarc and John Cena,
Assassinate da main, main street,
Ya know my stea,
Yo we raisin da bar,
Assassinate da mai - main, main street,
Ya know my stea,
Trademarc and John Cena,
Assassinate da main, main street,

(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 main stream remained clean,
Then the corporate industry became the same dream,
And I leaned back below the seem,
Mapping out the future war fare scheme,
I sweep through the streets lethal to meet you,
To lead to in the cherial restrictions,
Because labels need candy ass rappers so the populars can listen,
Enough the Caste System the last talented cats have lost their status,
Real raps end up gratis tracks on mix tapes that never sell,
Because executives and marketive 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 rappers 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 a wait never mind the cost of post-production,
Introduction to Trademarc,
The poealorian through deduction of reason,
Run forever,
Before and after Seven El a prompt to beating,

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

Ya know my stea,
Yo we raisin da bar,
Assassinate da mai - main, main street,
Ya know my stea,
Trademarc and John Cena,
Assassinate da main, main street,
Ya know my stea,
Yo we raisin da bar,
Assassinate da mai - main, main street,
Ya know my stea,
Trademarc and John Cena,
Assassinate da main, main street,
(Fade to Finish)

Basic Thuganomics

(John Cena):
So, you think your untouchable???
Word life, this is basic thuganomics!
this is basic, basic thuganomics,
Word life!
Im untouchable but im forcin' you to feel me
Word life, this is basic...Basic Thuga...thuga...Thuganomics
Word life, im untouchable but im forcin' you to feel me!

Whether Fighting Or Spitting,
My Discipline Is Unforgiving.
Got You Backing Up In A Defensive Position.
An Asskicking Anthem,
Heavyweight Or Bantham,
Holding Camps For Ransom,
The Microphone Phantom.
Teams Hit The Floor,
It's The New Fight Joint,
Like A Broken Needle Kid,
You Missing The Point.
We Dominate Your Conference With Offense That's No Nonesense.
My Theme Song Hits,
Get Your Reinforcements.
We Strike Quick With Hard Kicks,
Ducking Ice Picks,
Bare-Knuckle Men Through Fight Pits,
Beat You Lifeless,
You'll Never Survive This.
You Forgot Like All Timers,
Two Face Rappers Walk Away With Four Shiners.
The War Rhymer,
Turning Legends To Old Timers,
My Incisors Like A Viper Bitting Through Your One-Liners.
New Dead Man Inc.
And We About To Make You Famous,
Taking Over Earth And Still Kicking In Uranus.

Word life, this is basic thuganomics!
This is basic...Basic thuganomics
Word life!
I'm untouchable, but im forcing you to feel me.
Word life, this is basic..Basic thuga...Thuga...Thuganomics.
Word life!
I'm untouchable, but i'm forcing you to feel me!

(Trademarc)
You Ain't Advanced Enough To Process,
Potential For Medical Concepts,
Some Objects Are Foreign Like Blot Tests,
Arts And Sex Complex,
Regardless Of Your Finesse Or Your Fitness,
It's The Condition Of Business,
Your Lame Vision Of An Underground Physical Image,
You're Underneath To Undermine Your Whole Typical Image,
With The Precision Of Percentages And The Collision Of Sentences,
Poetry Beats Your Mic's,
We Untouchable Like Righteous Sluts With No Crevasses.
Steets Unite,
We Rock Righter With Dumber Beats.
You Cats Couldn't Come This Jerkin Off In The Summer Heat.
But Get Two Takes Kill Your Birds The First Time,
You Better Stay Worthy Of My Filler Or Worse Rhymes,
I'm Better Than Nice,
Check The Veterans Twice,
While You're Beside Yourself With Fear,
I'll Kill You And Bury You Twice.
Despite The Cover Of Night,
Tracking Your Flight Like Guerrilla Warfare,
Where The Grass Is Dense,
Approaching Me Is A Quick Way To Get Referred To The Past Tense.
Dead-da,
When The Lights The Mic Is On,
The Crowd Is Dead Like Intermission When You're On The Titan-Tron.

Word life, this is basic thuganomics!
This is basic...Basic thuganomics
Word life!
I'm untouchable, but im forcing you to feel me.
Word life, this is basic..Basic thuga...Thuga...Thuganomics.
Word life!
I'm untouchable, but i'm forcing you to feel me!

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