Untouchables

John Cena] The untouchable cat whose style is right I can be mistaken for the smooth and silent type My violence bites tight like it was vampire's teeth I'm hammerin chief, opponents with beef, you're put to sleep My radical brain, will run your terrain, I'm comin again It's simple and plain, you're hurtin, there's no numbin the pain Warpin your frame to convex with ill techs 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 fight with artillery jacket Physically smacked then verbally humbled You stumble and fumble, so I gain posession Music moves in cycles, natural progression Thuganomics lesson is taught when records are bought Analyzed for lies and fillers, nowadays Gorillas make scrilla 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 Hands nice, I rock your wigpiece, leave your hard rep soft Just like when Miami left the Big East..