[Chorus: John Cena] If you don't know by now, we runnin the game Neck froze, got a mill' on the chain Show respect to Cen' and Trade Cut the check, believe we're paid Y'all waitin for the single to drop Look down on the charts cause we sittin on top Everybody else feelin the flow If you don't know by now (we didn't want you to know)
[John Cena] Get nasty, doin dirt don't put it past me "Appetite for Destruction," +Axl+ couldn't +Slash+ me I got hounds that found where your stash be They play my sound in towns, rats harass me They know I'm nice, they ain't bettin on you That's like playin roulette and bettin on blue Cena gon' blow - you goin no place Snatch your dame, show her my old face Still walk tall with a staggered stance Plus I hold on the club like I was Bagger Vance Make you breakdance for me, have you doin headspins Ship you to D.C., covered in Redskins Catch me in a classic drop low with the wine paint Plus I'm classic on the flow, every line great Believe me, yo the speech is tight I lay you down like when you sleep at night, big business
[Chorus]
[Tha Trademarc] Y'all are cowards y'all found power and cower The gunpowder a thousand shots an hour leavin blocks devoured Have your family prayin for your survival Bust shots and get cops bent out control like a spiral Man get the f**k on if you got bangers involved
Man get the f**k on and keep your chambers revolved Man get the f**k on and get your weight up Man get the f**k on or you get laid up Sippin BNB out the sceptre It's not Trademarc to you dog it's still mister Sophisticated, and Marc's never stuck up I know when to shoot my mouth off and when to shut the f**k up Every rhyme I write, worth bitin Every room I'm in, worth micin I'm artistic, you must have missed it When I said every rapper sucks I was bein optimistic
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[Tha Trademarc] Trademarc's mind is dilated Highly rated, madly envied, that mean we kindly hated The nightcrawler brawl and have you missin when we drag your body out to sea like fishermen and takin everything that's glistenin So run your chain or your dame, it's all the same Just a verb exchanged - you listenin? Man, I never leak what I think And never sleep cause you miss the point of life when you blink
[John Cena] F**k with the kid I'll leave you laid up in intensive care This monopoly, I ain't got intent to share When it's time to do business, I got no friends A true hustler, burn the candle at both ends If anybody on the scene doubt I show 'em so much green, you think I'm farmin f**kin bean sprouts Wrist iced when I'm cracked ya mold Cause revenge is a dish that is best served (cold)
What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow? Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow? What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow?
What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow? Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow? What Would You Do, What Would You Do?
Uh, this is how it go down I have the black-pound-silence so it don't make sound I pile a 150 outta town, aint nobody around Im in the back seat breakin it down My love has been a past week dawg lately I found Our press made us turn the radio down But God bless now they talkin bout layin me down Now they on about shovels in the weight of the ground What now? Preachin on the way that they handle thing Waitin' patiently to do the 6-foot Same Thing Now, so I take a second look at my life I made too many mistakes that I just couldnt make right Should've been more focused than I take things light When I'm gone this is what ya'll will say I was like American fool, no not that baddest or cool Just a big fish caught up in the shallowish pool Not a big name playa, in fact its true Never wanted this shit without the kats he knew He got lucky rode the co-tails of everyones fame In two weeks aint nobody gon' rememba his name Fuck It I'm ready to go, I done made records Made monetary often that flow More importantly though, I proved everyone wrong Its all over regardless what you say when Im gone What now?
What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow? Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow? What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow?
What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow? Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow? What Would You Do, What Would You Do?
I want ya'll to feel the wound, its the truth in my words I been quiet for too long, the truth should be heard It was a while back, 10:20 in the morn' Kat should up on my lawn in the rug-ed uniform Unexpected, theres a knock on my door I met this fool in the club, I don' see him before Open to great him, but the second he sees me His eyes buckle, his voice is uneasy But it's cool, I didn't even catch it at first I check his shoulder, homie's rockin a purse Now I know something's tricky, but I'm already sittin down Homie pipes up, you should hear what he's spittin out Says I've been sleepin wit his wifey And he ain't the type of kat to take that shit lightly I made a move and he told me homie wait Reached in his purse pulled a chrome 38 He asked me if I'm ready to die Said he was gonna pull my brains all over the sky Said he was leavin the country, and he was straight with the passports Cocked the hammer, I'm thinkin my last thoughts I'm in a bad way, nothin could save this. I close my eyes hopin it's painless Just waitin for the sound, ready to swallow too But homie havin trouble with his follow through By a miracle, I avoid the chalk ground Homie's confused, he just wanna be talked down His wife is sleepin through town and he knew it Picked me outta the crowd but couldn't do it Just lost it, and as he's walkin away I realize life is short so I'm markin the day Now it's full speed ahead, I'll rest when I'm dead And I could give a Fuck what the next man said I live how I wanna live Buy what I wanna buy Do what I wanna do Try What I wanna try Fear nothin, take chances Not afraid to fail, always makin advances So when I ride on the Grim Reaper Highway No regrets bitch, I did it my way Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow? Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow? What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow?
What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow? Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow? What Would You Do, What Would You Do?
[Chorus] We fight together we ride together right now we loud together chain gang is the click its trade mark the trout it's a basic thuganomics im raining fire like apache helicopters
We fight together we ride together right now we loud together chain gang is the click its trade mark the truth it's a basic thuganomics im raining fire like apache helicopters
[Verse 1 - John Cena] Prepare for the worst we commin thunderin opposition wonderin how they get the drop on us we set up and lock corners try to put a stop on us we react so quick the 5o couldn't even call the cops on us steady put the rocks on us but my chain stay still, still my name stay real spit the flame they feel I no the game take skill that why the brains stay ill we bout to change the deal keep the champagne chilled we sippin? With a molly rose yall belly meatin beef and nothing but bologna foes your phony flows we stopping rise own the own the game yall is leasing with the option to buy your flight been delayed kid you not gonna fly we got the army throw your hands to the sky this is chain gang bitch don't bother to check us yall don't got to like us but you gon respect us motherf**ker
[Chorus] We fight together we ride together right now we loud together chain gang is the click its trade mark the truth it's a basic thuganomics im raining fire like apache helicopters
We fight together we ride together right now we loud together chain gang is the click its trade mark the troth it's a basic thuganomics im raining fire like apache helicopters
[Verse 2 - tha Trademarc] Listen baby im just tryin to eat it's the same game that put chain gang in the street got goons with a few hundred clips in the heat it's the same sex violence and money diein to meat got game im a fan its music move me I found writhing rhymes was soothing don't lose me never let the trout allude me the skills I respect I expect u dolly some got gifts man but reflect it crudely that why I keep it real like rejected movies what now and no what was or would be only sing along if you understood me the seen hip hop dawg aint were it could be trademark will take yall right where it should be you actors
that's where it stops you stars on stage yall adecrative props what now
[Chorus] We fight together we ride together right now we loud together chain gang is the click its trade mark the truth it's a basic thuganomics im raining fire like apache helicopters
We fight together we ride together right now we loud together chain gang is the click its trade mark the truth it's a basic thuganomics im raining fire like apache helicopters
[Verse 3 - tha Trademarc & John Cena] Look man my voice cristen in beats your vision see ripples on concrete for glisten heat whenever I speak I walk streets? Trademarc john cena Freddie fox and rup corrupt mob the chain gang spittin the same slang let the iron go bang bang and came man let the church bells ring ring to all yall coppin the lot let it hang hang
[John Cena] Yall think we lucky that aint nothen new to me cause luck is preparation lockin heads with opportunity so far I just had to listen and learn play my position and earn with the vision and burn now the shit is all turned and im reppin for pride where im from you either step up or step aside want some get some stop drop and parral chain gang run this bitch lock stock and barrel
[Chorus] We fight together we ride together right now we loud together chain gang is the click its trade mark the truth it's a basic thuganomics im raining fire like apache helicopters
We fight together we ride together right now we loud together chain gang is the click its trade mark the truth it's a basic thuganomics im raining fire like apache helicopters
We fight together we ride together right now we gon to get loud together chain gang is the click click click click
My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I write that f**kin flame And kill for the right price I got a buckin name My forty caliber too fresh, stuck in aim We roll like 18 wheelers in the truckin game I'm nice with mics there's nothin more I like than to paralyze your left side and leave you all right I be layin front of your crib with Tec-y all night Tryin to get them 9 millimeters loaded up tight, listen I'm like a Cadillac, I write a battle rap so smooth contest you'll be out of that Y'all know the beef is stewin, that Bumpy came to ruin You may be signed but you don't know what the f**k you doin I make aight hot, I make dope raw And send you higher than a long Colt four-four You know the only rap pimp that kept a ho poor And slam a fool on his back and break the whole floor
[Chorus: Bumpy Knuckles] A yes yes y'all, and you don't stop We keep on, once the cops are gone This is real street spit you best be warned Tell your favorite MC the mic is on A yes yes y'all, and you don't stop We keep on, once the cops are gone
[John Cena] Yeah, yeah It's the J daddy, not Hov' or Jam Master My mic is correct, but y'all know the hands faster
See you bitch rappers I'm attackin the pile Y'all be cryin foul cause I'm hackin your style I make sure you and your mans done When I see y'all both drop, I'm the cat screamin And1 You see me on the team dog you know the game's over Stones on my wrist, and a chip on my shoulder Sixteens cashin in on another hot beat Go cop me a drop with the butterscotch seats And we better not meet, if we do you gon' see a change Make sure you whole FACE gettin rearranged We rollin up in the blacked out truck dog It's Freddie Foxxx, now you deal with Corrupt Mob It's gas on the fire, any time a track blaze Squad known to beef up the Heat, just like the Shaq trade
[Tha Trademarc] This my 9 to 5, this ain't no hobby cat Copycat killers bite styles, my rhyme piles is heavy Give me a beat, man I'll body that Spittin that heat street raps man they nod to that What you smilin at? You R&B, man that's hardly rap You lost the beat, man you bought a map Matter fact, here's my next rap, borrow that Been off the street too long, I want my corner back You ain't a player, you a armchair quarterback You ride the beat like side streets on a flat Don't play dumb, I know where you came from You only seen slugs buddy after the rain come Keep it subtle, Trademarc got you bitch like babies suckin tits talkin 'bout mami let's cuddle It's gon' be what it's gon' be, you duck down A quiet cat with a violent rap, what now?
[Chorus: female singer] I... will get by Touch the sky, time to fly, 'til we die
[Tha Trademarc] For what it's worth I see the purpose of life I see below the surface and the version that you know and hold is not right Hahaha, man I oughta just laugh The only darkness ahead of me's the shadow I cast in my path (What's that?) That's the weight of my craft I breathe easy, and let my chest slowly contract And write rhymes to inform baby not to uplift If you wanna make it all, you gotta persist (yo put me on) Yeah, all that talk's a waste Cause I can read a man's thoughts by the way the lines cross his face Hold five, everything live And I vibe, ain't nobody thought this day would arrive But I balance my talents with a hope and a drive And ride beats dog, that's where my focus derive And keep notepads and vocab, that's my guide And if I got legit beef, I don't let it slide - what now
[Chorus]
[John Cena] My brain is impossible to thinkin philosophical Hustle in my blood, that's the only thing that's logical The only thing I gotta do to stay on or stay strong I ain't stoppin 'til I own the field that y'all play on Desperado - eyes like a bird of prey Cold soldier - crack snap your vertebrae
No heater - flow sweeter than Cohiba Cinnamon dip, spice ride in the cinnamon whip Quite wide on the benjamin clip Might slide but we ain't gonna slip - no way If the meek shall inherit the earth, guess what? Y'all get the globe if they measure in, lyrical worth Trademarc flow first, make the mental work F**k a verse - I rearrange your dental work And when it pop off, we not soft We like the Bentleys; y'all just the Chrysler knockoffs
[Chorus]
[Tha Trademarc] But that's life, yeah you hearin me right It's like I had to find the black of night come back to life with master insight that shine bright - I'm always learnin My burden, to blow up gifts like this, I must endure the slow burnin It's sort of strange, my philosophy's changed I take chances, jump before the water's in range And never wait for safe answers so if all that remains is lookin back at my life it never seems like I wasted glances Man it's all a big game, that's why it doesn't mean a thing That I get money and fame, it's all the same if you call me Trademarc or if you know my real name Marc Predka ain't attached to ego He's a hero for the average people, a blessing Who transcends the essence of a poet with a street flow It's not lip service I don't speak to hear myself talk And I don't wanna be a teacher; I'm grateful for all I've been taught
[Chorus: repeat 2X] Wheels is shinin.. deals we signin.. money's pilin.. Low, this is how we roll
[John Cena] Catch me in the black 'llac truck with the pickup back The game weak, I'ma pick up slack Hands high like a stick-up jack, f**k your boring rap This East to West coast hittin like Warren Sapp I'm fully focused, I walk with a purpose Y'all are f**kin clowns, you belong in a circus This is big bid'ness, we don't stop 'til the money home Block shakin more buzz than a honeycomb And I'm a savage in the booth I'm on some movement shit, about to rally up the youth Number one seed daddy walkin through the playoffs You better quit rappin 'fore I start makin layoffs F**k a day off, I'm movin heavy for the payoff You don't ride to this? We don't need you, stay off Hate on this? I don't care what you said Y'all can choke on a shit sandwich with no bread
[Chorus]
[Tha Trademarc] I don't smile as such, buddy, ain't much funny You touchy girlie rappers claimin that you f**kin gully I live poor but look rich, I hit raw, you look bitch You love me, that's why you got your style from me Most sayin Marc Predka's overconfident It's only cause they jeally that my profile is prominent The dominant factor is the money I'm after Your opinion ain't mean shit buddy - I ain't ask ya
It's gon' be what it's gon' be It is what it is and was what it was so watch ya wordplay Trademarc lay you where the buzzards and birds play I write rhymes 'til ya boy is heard mayne Cause alls I got, is my voice and word Sophisticated rapper the dapper lover the don It's on baby pah yeah word is bond Cut the check and I'll rock, every word of the song - what now?
[Chorus]
[John Cena] Yeah, yeah... yeah I got that velcro flow, I'll make you stick to this So many zeroes, my monetary is ridiculous A glass of Chardonnay doesn't whine like you I'm an Altered Beast with Einstein's IQ Plus I shine bright too and I ride right through In a leaned out, old school, skylight blue I don't think there's a player nice Keep your Cristal, I'm shoot Jagermeister Foot to the floor and you ain't you keep the pace Throw me a whore and call me Kobe cause you know that I'ma beat the case I buy some land, and never even see the place Vegeterian chicks, go on givin meat a taste Throw away money like I hate on loot Copped your CD it sounds great on mute Words turn 'em to dust makin MC's disintergrate My name get traffic like the California interstate, what?
[John Cena] Yeah whassup baby? We gon' do some things right now Show you how we do 'em in the Bean, y'knahmsayin? N.Y. representin, Dirty South representin Chi-Town, L.A., they all doin their thing We got a lil' somethin bubblin in Beanpot over here y'know? I got my crew right back gon' show you how it's done Straight up, hittin one two like Manny Ortiz ya heard?
It's John Cena baby, and we heatin up the Beanpot Big up Boston, you know the whole team hot Yo we fresh, y'all a little bit stale And we 'bout to make it ugly just like Kevin McHale Cena takin over - I'm 'bout to make the scene mine I got a tea party, baby meet me on the Green Line Ain't too many kids that flow better than me Roll thick like Yassir sideburns in seventy-three Like Tom Brady and the Pats, we rollin kids Cross me and pay a toll like the Tobin Bridge From the home of the curse, y'all know what I mean We like the left field wall, we stackin +Monster Green+ Knock you out of the park, you land on Yawkey Way My shit be butter, but around here we say Parkay/parquet I rent my own team, we takin over the industry Like the big dick, baby nobody can finish me
[Chorus: scratched 4X] "Big up Boston!" "No one shows pity"
[Tha Trademarc] Yeah, it's Trademarc baby, biggin up Boston, yeah 6-1-7, 9-7-8, 7-8-1, 5-0-8, and 4-1-3 And I don't mean to brag, but it's in the bag And we alone on top like we goin stag It's a dynasty, that's how I see things In four years we countin three rings
I'm the MVP, baby gimme that key ring And me, Brady and Branch'll own our sweet thing Yeah, and we ain't gon' stop We at the Eagle {?}, cook 'em all as they flop And T.O. takin on the B roll and that's the past Beatin everybody and the salary cap What now? You say titan's your rep That's like Peyton winning big games out on Gillette We don't forget y'all, we're keepin it grimy Had the Steel Curtain lookin like venetian blinds Yeah baby, that's how it go That's why next year it's lookin like 3 in a row
[Chorus]
[Esoteric] Yeah, uhh It's Esoteric, tunin in Puttin it down, for Boston Mass Yo, I rep the Bean, y'all see the way it be Home of Source magazine, the Pats and Edo. G Steadily poetically I'm Bill Russell in command Peace to Dorcester, Roxbury, Mattapan Pack a man down quick like neanderthals Standin tall after brawlin up in Fanueil Hall As a young buck moms said I disobey All she heard was no-ma/Nomar like fans in Fenway But they sent him to the dugs, I'm like Manny when he shrugs And {?} bug to the {?} women wearin {?} in the club A deadly combination like venom hit your blood Jason Varitek with the glove, it's all love I'm like Schindler with the red sock, when I get hot My aim is dangerous, like the Larry Bird set shot It's clear now, you livin in fear now Big up Boston, the champ is here now
[Chorus 2X: John Cena] We roll by in the pimp ride (then we) Walk through with the pimp slide (y'all know me) Crew heavy on the thick side Everybody feelin this, y'all know we serious
[John Cena] I'll be makin you move so quick you can't see me in slow-mo Get your throat cut when you step in the dojo Y'all got no flow, we be makin hits You like a proctologist, you feelin my shit Yeah - you all hype like a street team I spend more time holdin a mic than Mean Gene Makin beat fiends scream, they be lovin the click Roll solo to the party but I leave with ya chick Cause she know that when I'm flowin it's hot There's a party in my pants, she be blowin the spot Buck naked in the old school drop, givin me skull again She give me free strokes, that's why I call her a mulligan See me on TV, knows everything about me You can't f**k with me, she can't f**k without me And if you think she don't be lovin my thangs That's like sayin you eat at Hooters for the buffalo wings, what?
[Chorus]
[Tha Trademarc] F**k record execs, promisin checks
I been cleanin tables now I'm seein labels, these chicks sayin "haven't we met," man holdin my breath Feel like the lesser of two evils that I haven't seen yet I got girls runnin game with a pimp strut Big butt booty bitches tryin to link up They walkin toward me, conversation and they body bore me I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story Nas said it before, that's raw If you leavin the club your clothes'll end up on the car floor Man, I got no time for words after sex I just kick you to the curb and be laughin next Cause Trademarc is a clingy chick's nightmare Even though you took me home, I won't spend the night there I've had hookers to virgins, on they back Wild sex all the way to dead lays like necrophiliacs
[Chorus]
[John Cena] Johnny Cena got the girls, girls but I'm not Jay-Z I play the field, I never let the field play me You see my Chevy? You know there's ten chicks aboard Plus the whip got more switches than the mixer board I'm stickin your whore, while you flossin your Range Gave her a dollar, she gave me back a buck and some change She tried to swallow me whole, I brushed the back of her wig She called my dick Frank White cause it's +Notoriously B.I.G.+
[John Cena ] Aww, you done did it now Chaos you shoulda put this one in the vault man! They not ready - they don't know what's comin man! Oh we gonna drop this on 'em right here Y'all ain't ready for this, Y'ALL AIN'T READY FOR NONE OF THIS!
Your boy's a bad man, and we invadin the streets Make unclever 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 your head to the track Fuck the watered down rap, we be takin it back Give it to me straight - ain't no chasin it Check yourself in the mirror - ain't no facin it Cause you, playin the role and you plannin to fold This the masterplan, we got the planet on hold We all over the streets like your favorite sneaker Breakin up your sound like a drive-through speaker Everything that I be spittin is strong After I rock, fast forward through the rest of the song We the monkeywrench, that's gonna ruin your plan And don't fuck with John Cena - I'm a BAD, BAD MAN
[ Chorus 2X: Bumpy Knuckles ] With the mic in my hands I'm a bad man Even in a fight with the hands I'm a bad man Livin in the streets all my life I'm a bad man I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man
[ Tha Trademarc ] We devils - rockin ambient levels We set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals And cats got one-liners, I drop several
And I think it's funny you choose, losin progress or runnin in place; we makin moves, and y'all settle I rip rappers and take responsibility for makin future hall-of-famers look third rate Y'all are lost for words like conversation on your worst first date and ride beats, creep through side streets Looseleaf notepads that's where rhymes leak Punchlines - man, don't even beg I got knee-slappin tracks, y'all brusin your leg You a rhyme writer - funny man, that's a joke You ain't worthy of bein my secretary man that's a quote I flood tracks like cracks in boats And pussy rappers choked up with they own lines in they throat
[ Chorus ]
[ Bumpy Knuckles a.k.a. Freddie Foxxx ] TURN UP THE MICROPHONE and feed me I'm a beast MC's and they beats is what I eat, 16 I'll leave you in the street My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feet It's spreadin up the leg, and headed for the head Your rhymes are whack your style is proof that the brain corrosion is fuckin with your chosen flows, I'm nice with mics My hands'll break your nose like Mikey Tyson Fightin in his prime, one rhyme And I shake up the room one time, BOOM! To the jaw Your face is a coat type raw And the blood and snot they mix, jelly on the floor My love is cop them bricks, belly on the floor I rob you, you soft and you really ain't a problem I solve you, 357 long nose revolve you Acid in your 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 - C'MON!
Word life This is basic thugonomics This is ba basic thugomoics Word life I'm untouchable but I'm forcin you to feel me Word life This is bas Basic thugo thugo thugonomics Word life I'm untouchable but I'm forcin you to feel me 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 offense that's no nonsense My theme song hits get your reinforcements We strike quick with hard kicks duckin ice picks Bare knuckle men through fight pits beat you lifeless Never survive this Get forget like Alzheimer's Two face 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 Word life This is basic thugonomics This is ba basic thugomoics Word life I'm untouchable but I'm forcin you to feel me Word life This is bas Basic thugo thugo thugonomics Word life I'm untouchable but I'm forcin you to feel me You ain't advanced enough to process potential phonetical concepts The objects are foreign like blot tests Sponsored sex a complex regardless of your finesseor your fitness it's the condition of business Your lame vision of a underground physical image underneath to undermine your whole typical image With the precision of percentages and the collision of sedatives Poetry beats and mics we untouchable like righteous sluts with no crevices Streets unite we rock right over dumber beats Yo' cats couldn't come this hot if they off 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 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 Word life This is basic thugonomics This is ba basic thugomoics Word life I'm untouchable but I'm forcin you to feel me Word life This is bas Basic thugo thugo thugonomics Word life I'm untouchable but I'm forcin you to feel me
(feat. Bumpy Knuckles (Freddie Foxxx)) [Intro / Chorus: Big L sample] I shoulda been out, I'm de-de-deadly when I pu-pu-pull the pin out, keep frontin I'ma try-try-try ya chin out I knocked a lot-lot-lot-lot out of men out Keep frontin, I'ma try-try-try ya chin out I knocked a lot-lot I knocked a lot-lot-lot out of men out Keep frontin, keep frontin, keep frontin, keep frontin
[Bumpy Knuckles talking over sample] Yo Right now I wanna teach all you MC's out there How to be Effective Let's ride
[Freddie Foxxx a.k.a. Bumpy Knuckles] Do y'all know what time it is when everybody game is everybody else's hustle and everybody's shame is somebody else's blame, whatever I became I did it with hot rhymes and a lung full of flame I never refrain, from loadin up and takin aim Like chicks flows are different, I never cum/come the same My mic will be the dame, written or off the brain I show up with my chest pumpin hard like Notre Dame I lose then I regain, hustle is in the vein I'm drinkin protein shakes to muscle up the brain In the black Chevy Suburban sippin champagne with champagne, dick out doin the damn thang We movin in the fast lane, with them black thangs On the way to the Bronx, to do the ski-mask thang I don't know what's so funny cause I ain't laughing The part is for a dead body, guess who's casting
[Chorus]
[John Cena talking over sample] Alright bro, I'm hearin you I'ma see what I can do See how I can rip it And be, effective Follow this
[John Cena] Cena spittin with the Bump Bump Bump for the Knux Your whole crew gettin dumped dumped dumped with the chumps We rollin like Donald Trump Trump Trump with the bucks Your bitch-ass gettin jump jump jumped cause you suck Follow me, you stick around round round when it's hot You claimin that you down down down but you not You try to offer me a pound pound pound you get got I can't wait to hear the sound sound sound of you shot You hearin me, it's time to show show show I got plans That's all you brought you bettter go go go get your mans A legal hustle, ain't no no fuckin with grams Stash the heat cause I can throw throw throw with my hands I'm tellin you, on screen screen screen with these flicks Catch me on the scene scene scene with three chicks I fuck like a fiend fiend fiend with three dicks Fuck a sixteen teen teen I'm just sick
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[Tha Trademarc over sample] Yeah, what's good fellas I'm feelin y'all man Most these cats Can't engineer, they career Yeah, Trademarc, bout to Bout to show y'all How to be, effective
[Tha Trademarc] My camou' colors dog they be beige and brown That shit was all love 'til you cowards came around With the same ol' sound that's why your payroll down That's how the game go now that's why you ain't gain ground Cause you stuck on then dog, you ain't on now And that's how it's been baby cause you ain't know how You move your pen lazy maybe or your beats don't pound I move quicker than the word on the street go 'round I write down every lesson that my peeps hold down You let your heat go blaow if you ain't speak profound I write sixteens down 'til I hit green now Makin up slang, ain't know what shit mean now Trademarc, Marc Predka, jot the real name down You can catch it on every marquee in town Sayin Trademarc, ain't nobody like you now Probably sweatin this track dog, go wipe your brow
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[Bumpy Knuckles] You see, that's all it takes Is for a man to make an effort to be, effective And if you're not, effective... then you're defective Hahahaha..
[John Cena] Yeah we doin things now man It's just another day in the life y'know Always tryin to do some big bid'ness Sometimes when we havin fun Some shit goes down y'know, you ain't expectin nothin Then, somethin come out of nothin
It was just another typical day in the summer Me, Trademarc, Crouch and my little brother We put the whips out, we cruise up to the strip man Three wheel motion killin fools like a hit man We on some chill shit, vibin out But we still in the mix, f**k hidin out On the corner of L Street, I locked eyes with her I ain't steppin man this bitch had guys with her She came through the crowd and walked over to me Catchin P off guard, she actin like she knew me Her name was Shannon, she was canon She's hangin with Melissa, this big booty chick you couldn't miss her This chick was like a fitted cap, all over my dome Said she wanna be down, but I ain't takin her home That's when she said she live right down the street She love white chocolate, well I got somethin sweet
[Chorus 2X: female singer] Saw you walkin down the street and I heard you say you had somethin sweet for me Lover.. (somethin sweet) lover.. somethin sweet
[Tha Trademarc] We run game, {?} Blanson, what's your hon's name I can take an Eva hot bitch like bum change Playin hard to get when I step, I'm afraid I can treat a chick like cheap gas and upgrade Whatever you need, whatever you want With Trademarc on your arm, girl what more could you flaunt There's just something about us, summer fling got you wondering
where I'll be in spring, but that's another thing I'll be out girl, quicker than tans If you want somethin stick hurr, stick wit'cha man I ain't lookin for a lover girl, I'm lookin for sex I can tell you I got money or I'm pushin a Lex Whatever gets you hot, that's what I say next Gettin passed through the crew girl that's a safe bet I think it's funny how it doesn't take a whole lot Trademarc's like an open flame, getting girls hot
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[John Cena] Yo... with these sweet flows, the streets knows whether we pimped out in streets clothes, we the bomb like deep throws My speech grows to reach hoes - all over the globe I got class like a Ric Flair robe
[Tha Trademarc] Man I'm in and out quick like Jordan in the zone D takin out a bitch like a pass from Shaq to Kobe You know me with a extra set of hands a bitch couldn't hold me man I leave 'em lonely
[John Cena] If I catch a glimpse of your chick when she smile and fine I make sure she lose your number, she'd be dialin mine I ain't about a wife even if she won this right I'll f**k for seven days but stand for one night
[Tha Trademarc] Man we decked out John, the strict gutter I'll have a girl repeatin my name in sex like the bitch stutter I got moves lookin butter with a tight fade Forever dipped fresh man like Minot Gray
[Chorus: John Cena and Trademarc] This is just another day in the life Seven flight connectors - past due bill collectors This is just another day in the life Mo' money mo' problems - and I ain't got money to solve 'em This is just another day in the life Gettin mobbed by fans - man nobody even knows who I am This is just another day in the life This is just another day... in my life
[John Cena] Everybody askin me - what you really like? Is this really life? Do you really fight? Do you fear the mic, when there's millions watchin? Are you super rich now, how much grip you coppin? You the new kid, now you gettin some shine When every vet sayin that it's not yo' time My hustle is non-stop and it's not yo' grind Plus I hear very clear, I'm not so blind Beef I don't sweat it, sleep I don't get it I remember your face it's just your name I forget it These days they melt together as one I got some plans to do shit that ain't never been done Take this game into battles that ain't never been won I ain't gon' walk through life, I think it's better to run And yeah I'm eatin right if you askin But the size of my wallet that's reflection of passion
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[Tha Trademarc] Just another face in the crowd, so to speak Huh, my electric was cut off last weak No heat, no food, no money, no girls And if life's my oyster then I ain't found pearls
Makin moves every day so the ends could meet No gas money, so I use my legs and feet Everybody I meet man, they likely saw that I be in the same clothes from the night before Shoes so old you can call 'em retros Man I'm so damn broke, even my wallet echoes I got a dollar and change; man, I'm under the gun That buck's the only thing keepin me from bein a bum That's why I'm writin these words man, so I can get on So I can realize bein poor was makin me strong And the only reason I can't rub pennies together is cause I carry big bills, in genuine leather
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[Cena] Shakin hands with some fans by the thousands [Marc] My place so poor, looks like public housin [Cena] Gettin the Porsche when I shoulda got the CL6 [Marc] My ride broke down, I'ma kinda between whips [Cena] Face on the X-Box, you played the game lately? [Marc] Man I can't rent, I owe too much in late fees [Cena] Do I, charter a jet, or fly first class? [Marc] Do I take a cab? Bus seats hurt my ass [Cena] Pay my jeweler in cash, he don't take a check [Marc] The chain I rock, leaves a green mark on my neck [Cena] Do I get the filet steak or the shrimp & crab mix? [Marc] Do I get a number 3 or a number 6? [Cena] Get in the club V.I.P. man they lettin me slide [Marc] Man they bust me for dress code, I'm still outside [Cena] Everybody wanna be down, but I ain't got no friends [Marc] Man nobody's around, I ain't got no friends
[John Cena at a live show] It's the joint baby, GOTTA MAKE IT LOUD [crowd cheers] SO LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE FROM THE CROWD [more cheering]
[Tazz] That's noise!
[Chorus 2X: John Cena] It's the joint baby, gotta make it loud Get the point yo you gotat make it loud Everybody in the club make it loud SO LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE FROM THE CROWD
[John Cena] Yeah, yeah We came to kick the door down, it's time to hit the floor now Yo... we got some shit in store now So; clap your hands while we let the sax blow Not quite crispy green, but we came to stack dough We ain't maxed yo, we just try and get this money right Bills made of Spandex, I still keep my money tight Never stoppin, all I see is the money like the kid on the mic is too +Raw+ for your Monday night If you got in free, or your f**kin cover's paid Bounce to this motherf**ker like you was some Rubbermaid This ain't that Cristal sippin type shit It's that bottle breakin, startin riot type shit So jump up and down 'til ya break the floor Yo we keep it underground like a basement tour East coast reppin, stretchin out to L.A. Not double oh seven but we +Die Another Day+, what
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[Tha Trademarc] I tear up any track, front to back Like Roy Jones takin on fifty year-old cats makin comebacks, where you at, cats spit soft shit like whispers and gloves, I'm not hearin that It's all love maybe if you wanna rub baby Anything but that, step back lady Trademarc, John Cena, clubbin it up
We got Chaos on the one and two, cuttin it up I'm all about laid back, don't jock, I hate that I see through haters games, don't mistake that I still got love if you buyin our shit If you claim you hatin us, but you ridin our dicks Everybody hear the name, Marc Predka It's gonna ring like an echo for years, I never left ya All y'all raise your glass to this shit Cause Trademarc's the head of the class of misfits
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[John Cena] We steal your top spot, and you not gettin your number back Chop down competition like I was a lumberjack Clear out the club floor, we keep 'em comin back Tough to bring down like an overweight runningback Yeah - and we blaze 'em baby Trademarc, John Cena, we amazin baby Yo we tear up any crew, leave a motherf**ker worn Y'all are just soft like some Cinemax porn
[Tha Trademarc] I move a crowd like a bomb scare Grab the mic when we hittin it right, if you want fear Some say Trademarc, he ain't all there We old school like when Sonny, was on Cher Take it back like a Richard Pyror 8-track And grab a chunk of your change like a state tax Man please, we want platinum plaques I want cream, green, cheddar cheese, to grab in stacks
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[scratching Trademarc to fade] "Chaos on the one and two, cuttin it up" "That's that shit!"
[crowd chanting] "Ce-na, Ce-na, Ce-na" [at the end]
[John Cena] Yeah You can't help but feel it Can't help but feel this one Uh-huh uh yeah
Excuse me for a minute while I lighten the mood Just clap with me like the lightning do, yeah A bit of soul food that you be bitin into And if you feel me then I'm writin for you, uh-huh Right now put another coat of wax on the ride For a minute put the beef and the gats to the side Cause this track's got a vibe to chill to Enjoy life for 5 minutes, man it's not gon' kill you It's okay to be hard and stay true man But at the end of the day, we all hu-man This one's for you, the ones that you close to Show some love, it's what you supposed to Right now, forget the ends and the Benz Pop a cold one, man toast it wit'cha real friends Call your folks, tell 'em you tight now Cause everything lookin pretty good right now
[Tha Trademarc] Right now baby, we all gon' ride So place those things on your hips or side The soul vibe gon' change, give way with fame But sometimes the moral change or stay the same Relax baby, right now you here And sit back baby, with a round of beer And cheer to those friends who crowded near For those passed on in spirit they there It's gon' be what it must, break bread wit'cha crew If you got kids take the crust It's all love baby, tell your girl she's strong And whisper in her ear after dinner it's on And take it slow baby, cause everything real When you at family dinner y'all enjoy that meal Thank God that you healthy and you keepin it tight And keep your dreams lighthearted when you sleepin at night
[John Cena] Yeah - and right now I'm showin love to my brothers and my old man To my girl, "Let's Get it On" like the slow jam To everybody that I'm runnin down the road with Y'all my family, I know that you know this Fox, Rock, B's and Chaos Y'all growin up with me man, true to life players Grandma or grandpa watchin up above Trademarc you my heart cousin, nothin but love
[Tha Trademarc] Thanks momma, for all that you was You a strongarm lady baby crazy with love My sister raised me, those are the facts And taught me how to rebuild when the order collapsed And right now I'm blessed no stress no less And thanks hip-hop for givin me back focus, huh Yeah John, what can I say? It's all love from day one, you showed me the way
[Bumpy Knuckles] First and foremost... Flow easy, yo easy Yo, yo, for the hood (for the hood) Everybody flow easy, ha ha, so easy Yo, listen For the corrupt mob, John Cena, Trademarc, listen
I embarrass MC's who touch the mic with me That's why they never holla when it's showtime - get me I spit poison like a black snake bit me Guns up in the E-Class, D's can't get me My foot is a 13, 12's don't fit me My heart is cold and hard like Jack Frost bit me So many new flows old flows start to panic It's time they got built by the mic mechanic Y'all heard, I stay in hood streets like curbs And never forget, where I come from, word I ain't going broke, fuck you, I'll cop me a brick And take it straight to the block, forget rap quick Don't trip, Bump got a speed zone sign For suckers who move too fast against mine I'm pressed, pushing it full speed ahead You left, bullet in chest, meet the dead, so
Flow easy, turn up the mic it's time to flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme I flow easy, the underground pound and grime Flow easy, but yours don't sound like mine I flow easy, turn up the mic it's time I flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme I flow easy, the underground pound and grime Flow easy, so yours don't sound like mine I flow easy
[Tha Trademarc] Philosopher first, rapper second Manifest the message, lessons involved It all but hits you, aviate your crew and lift you So what's the issue? Trademarc has got it locked before he meet you Greet your mind before we even greet you Won't mislead you, I ain't trusting people, cause I defeat you Take it down a notch, slow your roll Cause we crush spirits, like we stole your soul I set styles off dog, y'all are fucking mimics Man I talk more shit than pro-lifers in abortion clinics Run my mouth off like high school rumors Man and grab microphones like pedophiles groping late bloomers Flow easy like your first day with white sneakers You just a face in the crowd like packed bleachers Huh, you better rock a sleeveless Freddie Foxxx, Trademarc, John Cena breeze through Y'all are fucking divas
Flow easy, turn up the mic it's time to flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme I flow easy, the underground pound and grime Flow easy, but yours don't sound like mine I flow easy, turn up the mic it's time I flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme I flow easy, the underground pound and grime Flow easy, so yours don't sound like mine I flow easy
[John Cena] First and foremost I sure post potential like Carmelo Turn a hard MC to jello Make their skin yellow with fear while staying mellow and clear Man, we in for one hell of a year, yeah Curse a fool like the Red Sox, we tighter than headlocks I'm flowing easy with Freddie Foxxx Known to hang it low like dreadlocks and y'all are too slow Like wearing a weight vest and lead socks I'm a fat kid, you feed me? I'm still hungry Never let a bitch take a bill from me Like Jordan in the 4th quarter, I'm still money Best believe the flow water, we still runny Make your stomach feel funny, I'm so sick With 16 bars twice the value of gold brick Make it known quick that I'm greedy, we got the rats and the cheese B So believe me
Flow easy, turn up the mic it's time to flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme I flow easy, the underground pound and grime Flow easy, but yours don't sound like mine I flow easy, turn up the mic it's time I flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme I flow easy, the underground pound and grime Flow easy, so yours don't sound like mine I flow easy
[John Cena] We keep it hoppin like the cars with the shocks We spittin heat on your block We new to the game, but runnin the spot Numbin your knot, with basslines that'll make ya neck break This rook'll take your queen and put ya king in checkmate Open your mind without makin ya meditate We real champs; y'all just featherweight Time to get it straight, I push your wig back Crew loaded up with extra bread like a Big Mac Beefin with us? We're leavin you face down Stompin bitch rappers like I'm straight outta A-Town Runnin the playground like it was a track meet Shoes on the whip that be bigger than Shaq's feet We into big things, bank account's overgrown All types of cheese - swiss, cheddar, provolone Guaranteed to burn wax like candles Track hittin hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels
[Chorus 2X: John Cena] Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna f**k with us Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust
[Tha Trademarc] It's Trademarc the truth, laid back, aloof I'm God, as if you needed some proof You ain't hard I can see it on you, {?} F**k a droptop, crop if I'm creepin on you Click-clack nickelback knickknacks if you got heaters on you Spittin back live rounders, with five pounders If we meetin on two, I put a beatin on you Your sound's tired buddy, that's why I'm sleepin on you We lean back in the ride, with cream stackin the rawhide
The sound of God slide with a raw vibe Straight military camel clothes ash brown boots So sick, I've been handlin flows, since enamel was gold tooth And branded by low You cold f**k like eskimo hoes at 7 below You slow, you be the last to think My hands seen more f**kin dirt than bathroom sinks
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[John Cena] I got punks, dumps and switches, dump chumpses bitches We feed you to the sharks, you can sleep with the fishes Clean you like dishes but I ain't no busboy You ain't family, you ain't earnin my trust boy Seen too many bitches that'll double cross ya We bring more drama than the Laker roster Get the click pissed, ain't nobody can save ya Throw heat without lookin like Fernando Valenzuela
[Tha Trademarc] Marc Predka's the name, the rest of you lame I'm ego drivin, seen with different women, every size and frame I refine my game by f**kin famous bitches But it's all the same, it's just ex to the next for sex or brain, misses or Mrs. Married or not, my game don't stop It's cars bars bonds and stocks you ain't see my flow Y'all are small-time suckers like a knee-high hoe
[Chorus: John Cena] Your time is up, my time is now You can't see me, my time is now It's the franchise, boy I'm shinin now You can't see me, my time is now!
[John Cena] In case you forgot or fell off I'm still hot - knock your shell off My money stack fat plus I can't turn the swell off The franchise, doin big bid'ness, I live this It's automatic I win this - oh you hear those horns, you finished A soldier, and I stay under you fightin Plus I'm stormin on you chumps like I'm thunder and lightning Ain't no way you breakin me kid, I'm harder than nails Plus I keep it on lock, like I'm part of the jail I'm slaughterin stale, competition, I got the whole block wishin they could run with my division but they gone fishin - - with no bait, kid your boy hold weight I got my soul straight, I brush your mouth like Colgate In any weather I'm never better your boy's so hot you'll never catch me in the next man's sweater If they hate, let 'em hate, I drop ya whole clan Lay yo' ass DOWN for the three second TAN
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[Tha Trademarc] Yeah, uhh It's gon' be what it's gon' be Five pounds of courage buddy, bass tint pants with a gold T Uhh - it's a war dance and victory step A raw stance is a gift, when you insist it's my rep John Cena, Trademarc, y'all are so-so And talk about the bread you make but don't know the recipe for dough though Aimin guns in all your photos, that's a no-no When this pop, you'll liplock, your big talk's a blatant no-show See what happens when the ice age melt You see monetary status is not what matters, but it helps I rock a timepiece by Benny if any The same reason y'all could love me is the same reason y'all condemn me A man's measured by the way that he thinks Not clothing lines, ice links, leather and minks I spent 20 plus years seekin knowledge of self So for now Marc Predka's livin live for wealth
