John Cena & Tha Trademarc - Beat, Rhymes and Life | Текст песни

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• John Cena & Tha Trademarc
• Beat, Rhymes and Life

John Cena intro

yeah
i hear yal talkng
i aint listening fuck that
this shit is real yal are a bunch of bullshit
wanna crush on my shit
listen up motherfuckers
I've been real since day one

Verse 1 {Cena}

they say i cant flow i been knowing my fight
i was born in the evening but it wasnt last night
this is real baby yal are feeling my heart
i knew my place in the game and i aint fearing my part
from the start i was climbing uphill
instead of writing my verse i should be writing a will
i aint deff i know what the industry say
is Cena gonna make it on the mic no way,
hes a gimmic just a flash in the pan, fuck that
i keep spittin till im crashing your plan
and i thank a higher power for my passionate fans
and im taking this flight i dont care where it lands
i made a this reccord with no dealer advance
thats me giving back to the movement that gave me my chance
you wanna question if im real when i drop
cut me open motherfuckers ill be bleeding hip hop.

CHORUS: X2 Cena then Trademarc
Beats Rhymes and Life a pad and a pen
You bout to realize im a ? mandemum man
you having trouble trying to figure it out?
listen up you'll understand what im talking about

Verse 2 (Trademarc}
yeah I see trough the game a picting yal names
keeping yal at arms length, all you cats are the same
Faded pictures in a pocket frame,
kinda strange man the burden i claim
to bird fame, but i never change i memorize my stride
separated all my ego from pride, been a mission of mine
been the steadiest climb, all odds to find
man i lost my mind, man as hard as i tired
i couldnt find a minutes peace it was simply denied
pressure applied, Im stepping inside a world of negative vibes
daily grind drawn in hazy lines,
black and white not a craze to find
But i could find, i write rhymes trough devine intervention, at times
my philosophical view is in conflict with you
cuz everything you living is negative too
thats my new interpretation to you.

Chorus X2 Trademarc then Cena

Verse 3 {Cena}

They think im just a wrestler, i aint a pisco please
They think that John Cena, just a craker with cheese,
The fuck he think he is trying to rhyme?
I keep my watch a little fast im ahead of my time,
While you cats be disecting my production a lines
Just keep the thought in your minds that i still aint hit my prime,
I go from little rich kid to straight covered in grime
From class C to ash now im reachig for shine
Everybody gotta struggle Im jsut speaking on mine
threehundred and sixty five i put my life on the line
Cena's a brawler, you think im living fine?
I spend my money on beats and getting studio time,
Yall rap to get a deal, trying to make a mill
I rap because i feel not whos the one whos real,
Run your mouth all you want im deff i cant hear ya,
you wanna check somebody? look in the fucking mirror.

Chorus X2 Cena then Trademarc

Verse 4 {Trademarc}

I see the flaw in the fabrics, speak raw,
real shit that i saw,
I see the picture but its full of static
Movin on man keeping it strong,
My thought patterns are erratic but i know they're not wrong,
Its automatic, its the same old song
Cats havent been around tellin me they been down all along,
Its no mystery man, I see the inconsistency of plans,
I got some shine now you handing me ?,
You aint a friend you a foe and a fan,
Now you claiming i can trust you, tsh man the fuck I can
You just stab me in the back cuz i extend my hand
were the hell were all of you when i was washing pots and pans,
Understand?, its all defficient and my decision,
Cutiing you off cuz having you around is low cost efficient
Mad admit it, we not friends im the cat you keep around cuz it pays devidend's.

Chrus X2 Trademarc the Cena

outro

Word

not thats shits of my chest we can get back to being cool
get back to being about the music about the fucking hip hop
Beats Rhymes and Life Word (echoes out) life life life