Basic Thuganomics

By John Cena

On WWE Originals

Released on January 13, 2004

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[Intro: John Cena]

So, you think you're untouchable?

[Chorus: John Cena & Esoteric]

Word life, this is basic thuganomics

This is ba—, basic thuganomics

Word life

I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin' you to feel me

Word life, this is bas—, basic thuga— thuga—, thuganomics

Word life

I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin' you to feel me


[Verse 1: 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' night sticks

Bare-knuckle men through fight pits, beat you lifeless

Never survive this, get forgot like Alzheimer's

Two-faced 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: John Cena & Esoteric]

Word life, this is basic thuganomics

This is ba—, basic thuganomics

Word life

I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin' you to feel me

Word life, this is bas—, basic thuga— thuga—, thuganomics

Word life

I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin' you to feel me


[Verse 2: Trademarc]

You ain't advanced enough to process potential phonetical concepts

The objects are foreign, like blot test

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 sentences

Poetry, beats, or 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 **** 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: John Cena & Esoteric]

Word life, this is basic thuganomics

This is ba—, basic thuganomics

Word life

I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin' you to feel me

Word life, this is bas—, basic thuga— thuga—, thuganomics

Word life

I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin' you to feel me