So, you think you're untouchable?
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
Whether fighting or spitting
My discipline is unforgiving
Got you backing up in the defensive position
An ass kicking anthem, heavyweight or bantam
Holding camps for ransom, the microphone banthem
Teams hit the floor, it's the new fight joint
Like a broken needle, kid you missing the point
We dominate your conference with offence
That's no nonsense
My team's on this, get your reinforcements
We strike quick with hard kicks
Ducking nightsticks
Bare knuckle myths who fight this, beat you lifeless
Never survive this, you forgot like Altzheimers
Two-faced rappers walk away with four shiners
The raw rhymer, turning legends to old-timers
My insight is like a viper biting through your one liners
New Dead Man Inc, and we about to make you famous
Taking over earth and still kicking in Ur-anus
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
You ain't advanced enough to process potential phonetical concepts
The objects are foriegn, like block tests, arts 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 righteous sluts with no crevasses
Streets unite, we rock brighter with dumber beats
Your cats couldn't come this hot jerking off in the summer heat
But get two tapes
kill your birds the first time
Your best s**t ain't worthy of my filler of 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 and mic is on
The crowd is dead, like in the mission where you on the TitanTron
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
So, you think you're untouchable?
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
Whether fighting or spitting
My discipline is unforgiving
Got you backing up in the defensive position
An ass kicking anthem, heavyweight or bantam
Holding camps for ransom, the microphone banthem
Teams hit the floor, it's the new fight joint
Like a broken needle, kid you missing the point
We dominate your conference with offence
That's no nonsense
My team's on this, get your reinforcements
We strike quick with hard kicks
Ducking nightsticks
Bare knuckle myths who fight this, beat you lifeless
Never survive this, you forgot like Altzheimers
Two-faced rappers walk away with four shiners
The raw rhymer, turning legends to old-timers
My insight is like a viper biting through your one liners
New Dead Man Inc, and we about to make you famous
Taking over earth and still kicking in Ur-anus
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
You ain't advanced enough to process potential phonetical concepts
The objects are foriegn, like block tests, arts 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 righteous sluts with no crevasses
Streets unite, we rock brighter with dumber beats
Your cats couldn't come this hot jerking off in the summer heat
But get two tapes
kill your birds the first time
Your best s**t ain't worthy of my filler of 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 and mic is on
The crowd is dead, like in the mission where you on the TitanTron
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