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) |
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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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