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My Time Is Now – John Cena

[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 slaughtering stale, competition, I got the whole block wishing
they could run with my division but they gone fishing –
– 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

[Chorus]

[Tha Trademarc]
Yeah, uh
It’s gonna be what it’s gonna be
Five pounds of courage buddy, bass tint pants with a gold T
Uh – it’s a war dance and victory step
A raw stance is a gift, when you insist it’s my rep
John Cena, Trademarc, you 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’ life for wealth

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[Chorus 2x]

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John Cena

Right Now – John Cena

[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

[Chorus – sped up vocal sample]

[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

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[Chorus – sped up vocal sample]

[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

[Chorus – sped up vocal sample]

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Basic Thuganomics – John Cena

So, you think you’re untouchable?

[Chorus (scratched) x2:]
Word life–this is Basic 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-kcikin’ 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 you reinforcements
We strike quick with hard kicks, duckin’ night sticks
Bare-knuckled men through fight pits, beat you lifeless
Never survive this, you forgot like Alzhmiers
Two-face rappers walk away with four shiners
The raw rhymer, turnin’ legends to old-timers
My incisors like a vipor bitin’ through your one-liners
New DeadMan Inc., and we about to make you famous
Takin’ over Earth and still kickin’ in Uranus

[Chorus]

You ain’t advanced enough to process,potential for medical concepts
Some objects are foreign, like Loch Ness
Arts and sex are complex regardless of your finesse or fitness is 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 your mics
We untouchable like righteous sluts with no crevasses
Streets unite, we rock righter with dumber beats
You cats couldn’t come this hot ? in the summer heat
Forget two takes–kill your birds the first time
You better stay worthy of my filler of worse rhymes
I’m better than nice, check the veterans twice
You be beside your self with fear
I’ll kill you and bury you twice despite the cover of night
Trackin’ ya flight like guerrilla warfare
When the grass is dense
Approaching me is a quick way to get referred to in the past tense
Dead-da, when the lights, the mic is on
The crowd is dead like intermission and you on the Titan Tron

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Bad, Bad Man – John Cena

[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

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[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!

[Chorus]

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