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Tên bài hát: 2003-2005_2012- John Cena Theme Basic Thuganomics_Word Life
Ca sĩ: John Cena
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Ngày ra mắt: 06/06/2012
Thể loại: Âu Mỹ
Lời bài hát 2003-2005_2012- John Cena Theme Basic Thuganomics_Word Life – John Cena
So.. You think you’re untouchable?
Word Life. This is Basic Thuganomics.
This is ba-Basic Thuganomics.
Word Life. I’m untouchable but I’m forcing you to feel me.
Word Life. This is bas-Basic thuga-thuga-Thuganomics.
Word Life. I’m untouchable but I’m forcing you to feel me.
[Cena:] Whether fighting or spitting.
My discipline is unforgiving.
Got you backing up in a defensive position.
An asskickin anthem.
Heavyweight or ban them. Holding camps for ransom.
A microphone phantom.
Teams hit the floor, its 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’ nightsticks.
Bare knuckles makes you fight this, beat you lifeless.
Never survive us, you’re forgot like Alzheimer’s.
Two-faced rappers walk away with four shiners.
The war rhymer, turning legends to old-timers.
My insides is like a viper biting through your one-liners.
New Deadman Inc, and we about to make you famous.
Taking over earth and still kicking in Uranus.
Word Life.. This is Basic Thuganomics.
This is ba-Basic Thuganomics.
Word Life.. I’m untouchable but I’m forcing you to feel me.
Word Life.. This is bas-Basic thuga-thuga-Thuganomics.
Word Life.. I’m untouchable but I’m forcing you to feel me.
[7L:] You ain’t advanced enough to process potential for medical concepts.
The objects are foreign, like block tests, arts and sex
Are complex regardless of your finesse and your fitness
It’s a condition of business.
Your lame vision of an underground physical image.
I’m underneath to undermine your whole typical image
With the precision of percentages, and the collision of sentences.
Poetry, beats and mics, we untouchable like Ridges
Sluts with no prevaceses, streets unite.
We rock brighter with dumber beats.
Yo cats couldn’t come this hot if they burst off in the summer heat.
But get two tapes, kill your birds the first time.
Your friendly state worthy of my filler or worse rhymes.
I’m better than knights, check the veteran stripes.
Leave you beside yourself in fear, I’ll kill you and bury you twice.
Despite the cover of night, tracking your flight.
Like Guerilla Warfare, where the grass is dense.
Approaching me is a quick way to get referred to in the past tense.
Said that, when the lights or mic is on.
The crowd is dead, like it in the mission when you’re on the titantron.
Word Life.. This is Basic Thuganomics.
This is ba-Basic Thuganomics.
Word Life.. I’m untouchable but I’m forcing you to feel me.
Word Life.. This is bas-Basic thuga-thuga-Thuganomics.
Word Life.. I’m untouchable but I’m forcing you to feel me.
