Wishing Cena all the best of luck in defending the World Heavyweight Championship against Edge in the Last Man Standing match this coming Sunday at Backlash 2009... this is the theme song he once used from 2002 to March 2005.
BASIC THUGANOMICS (John Cena's old theme song)
So, you think you're untouchable?
[Chorus]
Word life, this is basic thuganomics, this is ba-basic thuganomics
Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!
Word life, this is bas-basic thuga-thuga-thuganomics
Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!
[Cena]
Whether fighting or spitting, my discipline is unforgiven
Got you backing up in a defensive position
An ass-kickin anthem
Heavyweight or bantam, holding camps for ransom
A 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' nightsticks
Bare knuckles makes you fight this, beat you lifeless
Never survive this, you're forgot like Alzheimer's
Two-faced rappers walk away with four shiners
The war rhymer, turning legends to old-timers
My incisors is like a viper biting through your one-liners
New Deadman Inc, and we about to make you famous
Taking over Earth and still kicking in Uranus!
[Chorus]
Word life, this is basic thuganomics, this is ba-basic thuganomics
Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!
Word life, this is bas-basic thuga-thuga-thuganomics
Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!
[Trademarc:]
You ain't advanced enough to process potential for medical concepts
The objects are foreign, like block tests, fonts, and sex
Are complex regardless of your finesse and your fitness
It's a condition of business
Your lame vision of an underground physical image
I'm underneath to undermine your whole typical image
With the precision of percentages, and the collision of sentences
Poetry, beats and mics, we untouchable like ridges
Sluts with no prevaceses, streets unite
We rock brighter with dumber beats
Yo cats couldn't come this hot if they burst off in the summer heat
But get two tapes, kill your birds the first time
Your friendly state worthy of my filler or worse rhymes
I'm better than knights, check the veteran stripes
Leave you beside yourself in fear, I'll kill you and bury you twice
Despite the cover of night, tracking your flight
Like Guerilla Warfare, where the grass is dense
Approaching me is a quick way to get referred to in the past tense
Said that, when the lights or mic is on
The crowd is dead, like it in the mission when you're on the Titantron
[Chorus:]
Word life, this is basic thuganomics, this is ba-basic thuganomics
Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!
Word life, this is bas-basic thuga-thuga-thuganomics
Word life, I'm untouchable but I'm forcing you to feel me!
Link: http://www.john-cena.net/
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