So, you think your untouchable???
Word life, this is basic thuganomics.
This is basic,
I”m untouchable but I’m forcin' you to feel me
Word life, this is basic...Basic
Word life, I’m untouchable but I’m forcin' you to feel me!
or spitting, my dicipline is unforgiving.
Got you backing up in the defensive position.
An ass-kicking anthem, heavyweight
holding camps for ransom, the microphone phantom.
Teams hit the floor, its the new fight joint.
a broken needle kid your missing the point.
We dominate your conference with offense, that’s no nonsense.
theme song hits, get your reinforcements.
We strike quick with hard kicks,
ducking ice picks, bare-nuckle men through
beat you lifeless, you'll never survive this.
You forgot like all timers,
two faced rappers walk away
with four shiners.
The war rhymer, turning legeonds to old timers,
my incisors like a vipers biting through your one-liners.
New dead man inc. and we about to make you famous,
taking over Earth and still kicking in Uranus.
You ain't advanced enough to process,
potential for medical concepts,
some objects are foreigh like blot
arts and sex are complex,
regardless of your finesse or your fitness,
its the condition of business,
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 sentances.
Poetry beats your mic's were untouchable like righteous very *friendly*
persons with no crevaces.
we rock righter with dumber beats.
you cats coudn’t come this hot
in the summer heat.
but get two takes,
kill your birds the first time,
you better stay worthy of my filler or worse
I’m better than nice,
check the veterans twice,
while your beside yourself with fear,
ill kill you
and bury you twice.
Despite the cover of night,
tracking your flight like guerrilla warfare,
where the grass is dense,
me is a quick way to get refered to in the past tense.
when the lights the mic is on,
the crowd is dead
when your on the titan-tron.