ألبوم John Cena - You can't see me

The Time Is Now"
[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 l 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 slaughterin stale, competition, I got the whole block wishin
they could run with my division but they gone fishin -
- 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, uhh
It's gon' be what it's gon' be
Five pounds of courage buddy, bass tint pants with a gold T
Uhh - it's a war dance and victory step
A raw stance is a gift, when you insist it's my rep
John Cena, Trademarc, y'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 live for wealth

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

"Don't With Us"
[John Cena]
We keep it hoppin like the cars with the shocks
We spittin heat on your block
We new to the game, but runnin the spot
Numbin your knot, with basslines that'll make ya neck break
This rook'll take your queen and put ya king in checkmate
Open your mind without makin ya meditate
We real champs; y'all just featherweight
Time to get it straight, I push your wig back
Crew loaded up with extra bread like a Big Mac
Beefin with us? We're leavin you face down
Stompin bitch rappers like I'm straight outta A-Town
Runnin the playground like it was a track meet
Shoes on the whip that be bigger than Shaq's feet
We into big things, bank account's overgrown
All types of cheese - swiss, cheddar, provolone
Guaranteed to burn wax like candles
Track hittin hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels

[Chorus 2X: John Cena]
Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna with us
Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust

[Tha Trademarc]
It's Trademarc the truth, laid back, aloof
I'm God, as if you needed some proof
You ain't hard I can see it on you, {?}
a droptop, crop if I'm creepin on you
Click-clack nickelback knickknacks if you got heaters on you
Spittin back live rounders, with five pounders
If we meetin on two, I put a beatin on you
Your sound's tired buddy, that's why I'm sleepin on you
We lean back in the ride, with cream stackin the rawhide
The sound of God slide with a raw vibe
Straight military camel clothes ash brown boots
So sick, I've been handlin flows, since enamel was gold tooth
And branded by low
You cold like eskimo hoes at 7 below
You slow, you be the last to think
My hands seen more in dirt than bathroom sinks

[Chorus]

[John Cena]
I got punks, dumps and switches, dump chumpses bitches
We feed you to the sharks, you can sleep with the fishes
Clean you like dishes but I ain't no busboy
You ain't family, you ain't earnin my trust boy
Seen too many bitches that'll double cross ya
We bring more drama than the Laker roster
Get the click pissed, ain't nobody can save ya
Throw heat without lookin like Fernando Valenzuela

[Tha Trademarc]
Marc Predka's the name, the rest of you lame
I'm ego drivin, seen with different women, every size and frame
I refine my game by in famous bitches
But it's all the same, it's just ex to the next
for or brain, misses or Mrs.
Married or not, my game don't stop
It's cars bars bonds and stocks you ain't see my flow
Y'all are small-time suckers like a knee-high hoe

[Chorus]


"Flow Easy"
(feat. Bumpy Knuckles (Freddie Foxxx))
[Bumpy Knuckles a.k.a. Freddie Foxxx]
First and foremost...
Flow easy, yo
Yo, yo, for the hood (for the hood)
Everybody flow easy, ha ha, so easy
Yo, listen
For the corrupt mob, John Cena, Trademarc, listen

I embarass MC's who touch the mic with me
That's why they never holla when it's showtime - gimme
I spit poison like a black snake bit me
Guns up in the E-Class, D's can't get me
My foot is a 13, 12's don't fit me
My heart is cold and hard like Jack Frost bit me
So many new flows old flows start to panic
It's time they got built by the mic mechanic
Y'all heard, I stay in hood streets like curbs
And never forget, where I come from, word
I ain't goin broke, you, I'll cop me a brick
And take it straight to the block, forget rap quick
Don't trip, Bump got a speed zone sign
For suckers who move too fast against mine
I'm pressed, pushin it full speed ahead
You left, bullet in chest, meet the dead, so

[Chorus]
Flow easy, turn up the mic it's time
to flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme
I flow easy, the underground pound and grime
Flow easy, but yours don't sound like mine
I flow easy, turn up the mic it's time
I flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme
I flow easy, the underground pound and grime
Flow easy, so yours don't sound like mine I flow easy

[Tha Trademarc]
Philosopher first, rapper second
Manifest the message, lessons involved
It all but hits you, aviate your crew and lift you
So what's the issue? Trademarc has got it locked before he meet you
Greet your mind before we even greet you
Won't mislead you, I ain't trustin people, cause I defeat you
Take it down a notch, slow your roll
Cause we crush spirits, like we stole your soul
I set styles off dog, y'all are in mimics
Man I talk more shit than pro-lifers in abortion clinics
Run my mouth off like high school rumors
Man and grab microphones like pedophiles gropin late bloomers
Flow easy like your first day with white sneakers
You just a face in the crowd like packed bleachers
Huh, you better rock a sleeveless
Freddie Foxxx, Trademarc, John Cena breeze through
Y'all are in divas

[Chorus]

[John Cena]
First and foremost I sure post potential like Carmelo
Turn a hard MC to jello
Make their skin yellow with fear while stayin mellow and clear
Man, we in for one hell of a year, yeah
Curse a fool like the Red Sox, we tighter than headlocks
I'm flowin easy with Freddie Foxxx
Known to hang it low like dreadlocks and y'all are too slow
Like wearing a weight vest and lead socks
I'm a fat kid, you feed me? I'm still hungry
Never let a bitch take a bill from me
Like Jordan in the 4th quarter, I'm still money
Best believe the flow water, we still runny
Make your stomach feel funny, I'm so sick
With 16 bars twice the value of gold brick
Make it known quick that I'm greedy, we got the rats and the cheese B
So believe me

[Chorus]

"Right Now"
[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

[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]

"Make It Loud"

[John Cena at a live show]
It's the joint baby, GOTTA MAKE IT LOUD [crowd cheers]
SO LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE FROM THE CROWD [more cheering]

[Tazz] That's noise!

[Chorus 2X: John Cena]
It's the joint baby, gotta make it loud
Get the point yo you gotat make it loud
Everybody in the club make it loud
SO LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE FROM THE CROWD

[John Cena]
Yeah, yeah
We came to kick the door down, it's time to hit the floor now
Yo... we got some shit in store now
So; clap your hands while we let the sax blow
Not quite Krispy Kreme, but we came to stack dough
We ain't maxed yo, we just try and get this money right
Bills made of Spandex, I still keep my money tight
Never stoppin, all I see is the money like
the kid on the mic is too +Raw+ for your Monday night
If you got in free, or your in cover's paid
Bounce to this motherer like you was some Rubbermaid
This ain't that Cristal sippin type shit
It's that bottle breakin, startin riot type shit
So jump up and down 'til ya break the floor
Yo we keep it underground like a basement tour
East coast reppin, stretchin out to L.A.
Not double oh seven but we +Die Another Day+, what

[Chorus]

[Tha Trademarc]
I tear up any track, front to back
Like Roy Jones takin on fifty year-old cats
makin comebacks, where you at, cats spit soft shit
like whispers and gloves, I'm not hearin that
It's all love maybe if you wanna rub baby
Anything but that, step back lady
Trademarc, John Cena, clubbin it up
We got Chaos on the one and two, cuttin it up
I'm all about laid back, don't jock, I hate that
I see through haters games, don't mistake that
I still got love if you buyin our shit
If you claim you hatin us, but you ridin our dicks
Everybody hear the name, Marc Predka
It's gonna ring like an echo for years, I never left ya
All y'all raise your glass to this shit
Cause Trademarc's the head of the class of misfits

[Chorus]

[John Cena]
We steal your top spot, and you not gettin your number back
Chop down competition like I was a lumberjack
Clear out the club floor, we keep 'em comin back
Tough to bring down like an overweight runningback
Yeah - and we blaze 'em baby
Trademarc, John Cena, we amazin baby
Yo we tear up any crew, leave a motherer worn
Y'all are just soft like some Cinemax porn

[Tha Trademarc]
I move a crowd like a bomb scare
Grab the mic when we hittin it right, if you want fear
Some say Trademarc, he ain't all there
We old school like when Sonny, was on Cher
Take it back like a Richard Pyror 8-track
And grab a chunk of your change like a state tax
Man please, we want platinum plaques
I want cream, green, cheddar cheese, to grab in stacks

[Chorus]

[scratching Trademarc to fade]
"Chaos on the one and two, cuttin it up"
"That's that shit!"

[crowd chanting] "Ce-na, Ce-na, Ce-na" [at the end]

"Just Another Day"

[Chorus: John Cena and Trademarc]
This is just another day in the life
Seven flight connectors - past due bill collectors
This is just another day in the life
Mo' money mo' problems - and I ain't got money to solve 'em
This is just another day in the life
Gettin mobbed by fans - man nobody even knows who I am
This is just another day in the life
This is just another day... in my life

[John Cena]
Everybody askin me - what you really like?
Is this really life? Do you really fight?
Do you fear the mic, when there's millions watchin?
Are you super rich now, how much grip you coppin?
You the new kid, now you gettin some shine
When every vet sayin that it's not yo' time
My hustle is non-stop and it's not yo' grind
Plus I hear very clear, I'm not so blind
Beef I don't sweat it, sleep I don't get it
I remember your face it's just your name I forget it
These days they melt together as one
I got some plans to do shit that ain't never been done
Take this game into battles that ain't never been won
I ain't gon' walk through life, I think it's better to run
And yeah I'm eatin right if you askin
But the size of my wallet that's reflection of passion

[Chorus]

[Tha Trademarc]
Just another face in the crowd, so to speak
Huh, my electric was cut off last weak
No heat, no food, no money, no girls
And if life's my oyster then I ain't found pearls
Makin moves every day so the ends could meet
No gas money, so I use my legs and feet
Everybody I meet man, they likely saw
that I be in the same clothes from the night before
Shoes so old you can call 'em retros
Man I'm so damn broke, even my wallet echoes
I got a dollar and change; man, I'm under the gun
That buck's the only thing keepin me from bein a bum
That's why I'm writin these words man, so I can get on
So I can realize bein poor was makin me strong
And the only reason I can't rub pennies together
is cause I carry big bills, in genuine leather

[Chorus]

[Cena] Shakin hands with some fans by the thousands
[Marc] My place so poor, looks like public housin
[Cena] Gettin the Porsche when I shoulda got the CL6
[Marc] My ride broke down, I'ma kinda between whips
[Cena] Face on the X-Box, you played the game lately?
[Marc] Man I can't rent, I owe too much in late fees
[Cena] Do I, charter a jet, or fly first class?
[Marc] Do I take a cab? Bus seats hurt my ass
[Cena] Pay my jeweler in cash, he don't take a check
[Marc] The chain I rock, leaves a green mark on my neck
[Cena] Do I get the filet steak or the shrimp & crab mix?
[Marc] Do I get a number 3 or a number 6?
[Cena] Get in the club V.I.P. man they lettin me slide
[Marc] Man they bust me for dress code, I'm still outside
[Cena] Everybody wanna be down, but I ain't got no friends
[Marc] Man nobody's around, I ain't got no friends

[Chorus]

"Summer Flings"
[John Cena]
Yeah we doin things now man
It's just another day in the life y'know
Always tryin to do some big bid'ness
Sometimes when we havin fun
Some shit goes down y'know, you ain't expectin nothin
Then, somethin come out of nothin

It was just another typical day in the summer
Me, Trademarc, Crouch and my little brother
We put the whips out, we cruise up to the strip man
Three wheel motion killin fools like a hit man
We on some chill shit, vibin out
But we still in the mix, hidin out
On the corner of L Street, I locked eyes with her
I ain't steppin man this bitch had guys with her
She came through the crowd and walked over to me
Catchin P off guard, she actin like she knew me
Her name was Shannon, she was canon
She's hangin with Melissa, this big booty chick you couldn't miss her
This chick was like a fitted cap, all over my dome
Said she wanna be down, but I ain't takin her home
That's when she said she live right down the street
She love white chocolate, well I got somethin sweet

[Chorus 2X: female singer]
Saw you walkin down the street and I
heard you say you had somethin sweet for me
Lover.. (somethin sweet) lover.. somethin sweet

[Tha Trademarc]
We run game, fill the blanks in, what's your hon's name
I can take an Eva hot bitch like bum change
Playin hard to get when I step, I'm afraid
I can treat a chick like cheap gas and upgrade
Whatever you need, whatever you want
With Trademarc on your arm, girl what more could you flaunt
There's just something about us, summer fling got you wondering
where I'll be in spring, but that's another thing
I'll be out girl, quicker than tans
If you want somethin stick hurr, stick wit'cha man
I ain't lookin for a lover girl, I'm lookin for
I can tell you I got money or I'm pushin a Lex
Whatever gets you hot, that's what I say next
Gettin passed through the crew girl that's a safe bet
I think it's funny how it doesn't take a whole lot
Trademarc's like an open flame, getting girls hot

[Chorus]

[John Cena]
Yo... with these sweet flows, the streets knows
whether we pimped out in streets clothes, we the bomb like deep throws
My speech grows to reach hoes - all over the globe
I got class like a Ric Flair robe

[Tha Trademarc]
Man I'm in and out quick like Jordan in the zone
D takin out a bitch like a pass from Shaq to Kobe
You know me with a extra set of hands
a bitch couldn't hold me man I leave 'em lonely

[John Cena]
If I catch a glimpse of your chick when she smile and fine
I make sure she lose your number, she'd be dialin mine
I ain't about a wife even if she won this right
I'll for seven days but stand for one night

[Tha Trademarc]
Man we decked out John, the strict gutter
I'll have a girl repeatin my name in like the bitch stutter
I got moves lookin butter with a tight fade
Forever dipped fresh man like Minot Gray

[Chorus]


"Keep Frontin'"
(feat. Bumpy Knuckles (Freddie Foxxx))

[Intro / Chorus: Big L sample]
I shoulda been out, I'm de-de-deadly
when I pu-pu-pull the pin out, keep frontin
I'ma try-try-try ya chin out
I knocked a lot-lot-lot-lot out of men out
Keep frontin, I'ma try-try-try ya chin out
I knocked a lot-lot
I knocked a lot-lot-lot out of men out
Keep frontin, keep frontin, keep frontin, keep frontin

[Bumpy Knuckles talking over sample]
Yo
Right now
I wanna teach all you MC's out there
How to be
Effective
Let's ride

[Freddie Foxxx a.k.a. Bumpy Knuckles]
Do y'all know what time it is when everybody game
is everybody else's hustle and everybody's shame
is somebody else's blame, whatever I became
I did it with hot rhymes and a lung full of flame
I never refrain, from loadin up and takin aim
Like chicks flows are different, I never cum/come the same
My mic will be the dame, written or off the brain
I show up with my chest pumpin hard like Notre Dame
I lose then I regain, hustle is in the vein
I'm drinkin protein shakes to muscle up the brain
In the black Chevy Suburban sippin champagne
with champagne, dick out doin the damn thang
We movin in the fast lane, with them black thangs
On the way to the Bronx, to do the ski-mask thang
I don't know what's so funny cause I ain't laughing
The part is for a dead body, guess who's casting

[Chorus]

[John Cena talking over sample]
Alright bro, I'm hearin you
I'ma see what I can do
See how I can rip it
And be, effective
Follow this

[John Cena]
Cena spittin with the Bump Bump Bump for the Knux
Your whole crew gettin dumped dumped dumped with the chumps
We rollin like Donald Trump Trump Trump with the bucks
Your bitch-ass gettin jump jump jumped cause you suck
Follow me, you stick around round round when it's hot
You claimin that you down down down but you not
You try to offer me a pound pound pound you get got
I can't wait to hear the sound sound sound of you shot
You hearin me, it's time to show show show I got plans
That's all you brought you bettter go go go get your mans
A legal hustle, ain't no no in with grams
Stash the heat cause I can throw throw throw with my hands
I'm tellin you, on screen screen screen with these flicks
Catch me on the scene scene scene with three chicks
I like a fiend fiend fiend with three dicks
a sixteen teen teen I'm just sick

[Chorus]

[Tha Trademarc over sample]
Yeah, what's good fellas
I'm feelin y'all man
Most these cats
Can't engineer, they career
Yeah, Trademarc, bout to
Bout to show y'all
How to be, effective

[Tha Trademarc]
My camou' colors dog they be beige and brown
That shit was all love 'til you cowards came around
With the same ol' sound that's why your payroll down
That's how the game go now that's why you ain't gain ground
Cause you stuck on then dog, you ain't on now
And that's how it's been baby cause you ain't know how
You move your pen lazy maybe or your beats don't pound
I move quicker than the word on the street go 'round
I write down every lesson that my peeps hold down
You let your heat go blaow if you ain't speak profound
I write sixteens down 'til I hit green now
Makin up slang, ain't know what shit mean now
Trademarc, Marc Predka, jot the real name down
You can catch it on every marquee in town
Sayin Trademarc, ain't nobody like you now
Probably sweatin this track dog, go wipe your brow

[Chorus - 2X]

[Bumpy Knuckles]
You see, that's all it takes
Is for a man to make an effort to be, effective
And if you're not, effective... then you're defective
Hahahaha..


"We Didn't Want You To Know"
[20 second instrumental to open]

[Chorus: John Cena]
If you don't know by now, we runnin the game
Neck froze, got a mill' on the chain
Show respect to Cen' and Trade
Cut the check, believe we're paid
Y'all waitin for the single to drop
Look down on the charts cause we sittin on top
Everybody else feelin the flow
If you don't know by now (we didn't want you to know)

[John Cena]
Get nasty, doin dirt don't put it past me
"Appetite for Destruction," +Axl+ couldn't +Slash+ me
I got hounds that found where your stash be
They play my sound in towns, rats harass me
They know I'm nice, they ain't bettin on you
That's like playin roulette and bettin on blue
Cena gon' blow - you goin no place
Snatch your dame, show her my old face
Still walk tall with a staggered stance
Plus I hold on the club like I was Bagger Vance
Make you breakdance for me, have you doin headspins
Ship you to D.C., covered in Redskins
Catch me in a classic drop low with the wine paint
Plus I'm classic on the flow, every line great
Believe me, yo the speech is tight
I lay you down like when you sleep at night, big business

[Chorus]

[Tha Trademarc]
Y'all are cowards y'all found power and cower
The gunpowder a thousand shots an hour leavin blocks devoured
Have your family prayin for your survival
Bust shots and get cops bent out control like a spiral
Man get the on if you got bangers involved
Man get the on and keep your chambers revolved
Man get the on and get your weight up
Man get the on or you get laid up
Sippin BNB out the sceptre
It's not Trademarc to you dog it's still mister
Sophisticated, and Marc's never stuck up
I know when to shoot my mouth off and when to shut the up
Every rhyme I write, worth bitin
Every room I'm in, worth micin
I'm artistic, you must have missed it
When I said every rapper sucks I was bein optimistic

[Chorus]

[Tha Trademarc]
Trademarc's mind is dilated
Highly rated, madly envied, that mean we kindly hated
The nightcrawler brawl and have you missin
when we drag your body out to sea like fishermen
and takin everything that's glistenin
So run your chain or your dame, it's all the same
Just a verb exchanged - you listenin?
Man, I never leak what I think
And never sleep cause you miss the point of life when you blink

[John Cena]
with the kid I'll leave you laid up in intensive care
This monopoly, I ain't got intent to share
When it's time to do business, I got no friends
A true hustler, burn the candle at both ends
If anybody on the scene doubt
I show 'em so much green, you think I'm farmin in bean sprouts
Wrist iced when I'm cracked ya mold
Cause revenge is a dish that is best served (cold)

[Chorus]

"Bad, Bad Man"

[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 claml cellular phones
You can't help but nod your head to the track
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 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

[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 in 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]

"Running Game"

[20 second instrumental to open]

[Chorus 2X: John Cena]
We roll by in the pimp ride (then we)
Walk through with the pimp slide (y'all know me)
Crew heavy on the thick side
Everybody feelin this, y'all know we serious

[John Cena]
I'll be makin you move so quick you can't see me in slow-mo
Get your throat cut when you step in the dojo
Y'all got no flow, we be makin hits
You like a proctologist, you feelin my shit
Yeah - you all hype like a street team
I spend more time holdin a mic than Mean Gene
Makin beat fiends scream, they be lovin the click
Roll solo to the party but I leave with ya chick
Cause she know that when I'm flowin it's hot
There's a party in my pants, she be blowin the spot
Buck naked in the old school drop, givin me skull again
She give me free strokes, that's why I call her a mulligan
See me on TV, knows everything about me
You can't with me, she can't without me
And if you think she don't be lovin my thangs
That's like sayin you eat at Hooters for the buffalo wings, what?

[Chorus]

[Tha Trademarc]
record execs, promisin checks
I been cleanin tables now I'm seein labels, these chicks
sayin "haven't we met," man holdin my breath
Feel like the lesser of two evils that I haven't seen yet
I got girls runnin game with a pimp strut
Big butt booty bitches tryin to link up
They walkin toward me, conversation and they body bore me
I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story
Nas said it before, that's raw
If you leavin the club your clothes'll end up on the car floor
Man, I got no time for words after
I just kick you to the curb and be laughin next
Cause Trademarc is a clingy chick's nightmare
Even though you took me home, I won't spend the night there
I've had hookers to virgins, on they back
Wild all the way to dead lays like necrophiliacs

[Chorus]

[John Cena]
Johnny Cena got the girls, girls but I'm not Jay-Z
I play the field, I never let the field play me
You see my Chevy? You know there's ten chicks aboard
Plus the whip got more switches than the mixer board
I'm stickin your whore, while you flossin your Range
Gave her a dollar, she gave me back a buck and some change
She tried to swallow me whole, I brushed the back of her wig
She called my dick Frank White cause it's +Notoriously B.I.G.+

[Chorus]


"Beantown"
"Big up Boston!"

[John Cena]
Yeah whassup baby? We gon' do some things right now
Show you how we do 'em in the Bean, y'knahmsayin?
N.Y. representin, Dirty South representin
Chi-Town, L.A., they all doin their thing
We got a lil' somethin bubblin in Beanpot over here y'know?
I got my crew right back gon' show you how it's done
Straight up, hittin one two like Manny Ortiz ya heard?

It's John Cena baby, and we heatin up the Beanpot
Big up Boston, you know the whole team hot
Yo we fresh, y'all a little bit stale
And we 'bout to make it ugly just like Kevin McHale
Cena takin over - I'm 'bout to make the scene mine
I got a tea party, baby meet me on the Green Line
Ain't too many kids that flow better than me
Roll thick like Yaz's sideburns in seventy-three
Like Tom Brady and the Pats, we rollin kids
Cross me and pay a toll like the Tobin Bridge
From the home of the curse, y'all know what I mean
We like the left field wall, we stackin +Monster Green+
Knock you out of the park, you land on Yawkey Way
My shit be butter, but around here we say Parkay/parquet
I rent my own team, we takin over the industry
Like the Big Dig, baby nobody can finish me

[Chorus: scratched 4X]
"Big up Boston!" "No one shows pity"

[Tha Trademarc]
Yeah, it's Trademarc baby, biggin up Boston, yeah
6-1-7, 9-7-8, 7-8-1, 5-0-8, and 4-1-3
And I don't mean to brag, but it's in the bag
And we alone on top like we goin stag
It's a dynasty, that's how I see things
In four years we countin three rings
I'm the MVP, baby gimme that key ring
And me, Brady and Branch'll own our sweet thing
Yeah, and we ain't gon' stop
We at the Eagle {?}, 'em all as they flop
And T.O. takin on the B roll and that's the past
Beatin everybody and the salary cap
What now? You say titan's your rep
That's like Peyton winning big games out on Gillette
We don't forget y'all, we're keepin it grimy
Had the Steel Curtain lookin like venetian blinds
Yeah baby, that's how it go
That's why next year it's lookin like 3 in a row

[Chorus]

[Esoteric]
Yeah, uhh
It's Esoteric, tunin in
Puttin it down, for Boston Mass
Yo, I rep the Bean, y'all see the way it be
Home of Source magazine, the Pats and Edo. G
Steadily poetically I'm Bill Russell in command
Peace to Dorcester, Roxbury, Mattapan
Pack a man down quick like neanderthals
Standin tall after brawlin up in Fanueil Hall
As a young buck moms said I disobey
All she heard was no-ma/Nomar like fans in Fenway
But they sent him to the dugs, I'm like Manny when he shrugs
And {?} bug to the {?} women wearin {?} in the club
A deadly combination like venom hit your blood
Jason Varitek with the glove, it's all love
I'm like Schilling with the red sock, when I get hot
My aim is dangerous, like the Larry Bird set shot
It's clear now, you livin in fear now
Big up Boston, the champ is here now

[Chorus]


"This Is How We Roll"

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Wheels is shinin.. deals we signin.. money's pilin..
Low, this is how we roll

[John Cena]
Catch me in the black 'llac truck with the pickup back
The game weak, I'ma pick up slack
Hands high like a stick-up jack, your boring rap
This East to West coast hittin like Warren Sapp
I'm fully focused, I walk with a purpose
Y'all are in clowns, you belong in a circus
This is big bid'ness, we don't stop 'til the money home
Block shakin more buzz than a honeycomb
And I'm a savage in the booth
I'm on some movement shit, about to rally up the youth
Number one seed daddy walkin through the playoffs
You better quit rappin 'fore I start makin layoffs
a day off, I'm movin heavy for the payoff
You don't ride to this? We don't need you, stay off
Hate on this? I don't care what you said
Y'all can choke on a shit sandwich with no bread

[Chorus]

[Tha Trademarc]
I don't smile as such, buddy, ain't much funny
You touchy girlie rappers claimin that you in gully
I live poor but look rich, I hit raw, you look bitch
You love me, that's why you got your style from me
Most sayin Marc Predka's overconfident
It's only cause they jeally that my profile is prominent
The dominant factor is the money I'm after
Your opinion ain't mean shit buddy - I ain't ask ya
It's gon' be what it's gon' be
It is what it is and was what it was so watch ya wordplay
Trademarc lay you where the buzzards and birds play
I write rhymes 'til ya boy is heard mayne
Cause alls I got, is my voice and word
Sophisticated rapper the dapper lover the don
It's on baby pah yeah word is bond
Cut the check and I'll rock, every word of the song - what now?

[Chorus]

[John Cena]
Yeah, yeah... yeah
I got that velcro flow, I'll make you stick to this
So many zeroes, my monetary is ridiculous
A glass of Chardonnay doesn't whine like you
I'm an Altered Beast with Einstein's IQ
Plus I shine bright too and I ride right through
In a leaned out, old school, skylight blue
I don't think there's a player nice
Keep your Cristal, I'm shoot Jagermeister
Foot to the floor and you ain't you keep the pace
Throw me a whore and call me Kobe cause you know that I'ma beat the case
I buy some land, and never even see the place
Vegeterian chicks, go on givin meat a taste
Throw away money like I hate on loot
Copped your CD it sounds great on mute
Words turn 'em to dust makin MC's disintergrate
My name get traffic like the California interstate, what?

[Chorus]


"Know The Rep"
(feat. Bumpy Knuckles (Freddie Foxxx))
[Freddie Foxxx a.k.a. Bumpy Knuckles]
Hahahaha...
Y'all know the rep, yeah, listen

My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I write that in flame
And kill for the right price I got a buckin name
My forty caliber too fresh, stuck in aim
We roll like 18 wheelers in the truckin game
I'm nice with mics there's nothin more I like
than to paralyze your left side and leave you all right
I be layin front of your crib with Tec-y all night
Tryin to get them 9 millimeters loaded up tight, listen
I'm like a Cadillac, I write a battle rap
so smooth contest you'll be out of that
Y'all know the beef is stewin, that Bumpy came to ruin
You may be signed but you don't know what the you doin
I make aight hot, I make dope raw
And send you higher than a long Colt four-four
You know the only rap pimp that kept a ho poor
And slam a fool on his back and break the whole floor

[Chorus: Bumpy Knuckles]
A yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
We keep on, once the cops are gone
This is real street spit you best be warned
Tell your favorite MC the mic is on
A yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
We keep on, once the cops are gone

[John Cena]
Yeah, yeah
It's the J daddy, not Hov' or Jam Master
My mic is correct, but y'all know the hands faster
See you bitch rappers I'm attackin the pile
Y'all be cryin foul cause I'm hackin your style
I make sure you and your mans done
When I see y'all both drop, I'm the cat screamin And1
You see me on the team dog you know the game's over
Stones on my wrist, and a chip on my shoulder
Sixteens cashin in on another hot beat
Go cop me a drop with the butterscotch seats
And we better not meet, if we do you gon' see a change
Make sure you whole FACE gettin rearranged
We rollin up in the blacked out truck dog
It's Freddie Foxxx, now you deal with Corrupt Mob
It's gas on the fire, any time a track blaze
Squad known to beef up the Heat, just like the Shaq trade

[Tha Trademarc]
This my 9 to 5, this ain't no hobby cat
Copycat killers bite styles, my rhyme piles is heavy
Give me a beat, man I'll body that
Spittin that heat street raps man they nod to that
What you smilin at? You R&B, man that's hardly rap
You lost the beat, man you bought a map
Matter fact, here's my next rap, borrow that
Been off the street too long, I want my corner back
You ain't a player, you a armchair quarterback
You ride the beat like side streets on a flat
Don't play dumb, I know where you came from
You only seen slugs buddy after the rain come
Keep it subtle, Trademarc got you bitch
like babies suckin tits talkin 'bout mami let's cuddle
It's gon' be what it's gon' be, you duck down
A quiet cat with a violent rap, what now?

[Chorus]

"What Now"

[20 second instrumental to open]

[Chorus: female singer]
I... will get by
Touch the sky, time to fly, 'til we die

[Tha Trademarc]
For what it's worth I see the purpose of life
I see below the surface and the version that you know and hold is not
right
Hahaha, man I oughta just laugh
The only darkness ahead of me's the shadow I cast in my path
(What's that?) That's the weight of my craft
I breathe easy, and let my chest slowly contract
And write rhymes to inform baby not to uplift
If you wanna make it all, you gotta persist (yo put me on)
Yeah, all that talk's a waste
Cause I can read a man's thoughts by the way the lines cross his face
Hold five, everything live
And I vibe, ain't nobody thought this day would arrive
But I balance my talents with a hope and a drive
And ride beats dog, that's where my focus derive
And keep notepads and vocab, that's my guide
And if I got legit beef, I don't let it slide - what now

[Chorus]

[John Cena]
My brain is impossible to thinkin philosophical
Hustle in my blood, that's the only thing that's logical
The only thing I gotta do to stay on or stay strong
I ain't stoppin 'til I own the field that y'all play on
Desperado - eyes like a bird of prey
Cold soldier - crack snap your vertebrae
No heater - flow sweeter than Cohiba
Cinnamon dip, spice ride in the cinnamon whip
Quite wide on the benjamin clip
Might slide but we ain't gonna slip - no way
If the meek shall inherit the earth, guess what?
Y'all get the globe if they measure in, lyrical worth
Trademarc flow first, make the mental work
a verse - I rearrange your dental work
And when it pop off, we not soft
We like the Bentleys; y'all just the Chrysler knockoffs

[Chorus]

[Tha Trademarc]
But that's life, yeah you hearin me right
It's like I had to find the black of night
come back to life with master insight that shine bright - I'm always
learnin
My burden, to blow up gifts like this, I must endure the slow burnin
It's sort of strange, my philosophy's changed
I take chances, jump before the water's in range
And never wait for safe answers so if all that remains
is lookin back at my life it never seems like I wasted glances
Man it's all a big game, that's why it doesn't mean a thing
That I get money and fame, it's all the same
if you call me Trademarc or if you know my real name
Marc Predka ain't attached to ego
He's a hero for the average people, a blessing
Who transcends the essence of a poet with a street flow
It's not lip service I don't speak to hear myself talk
And I don't wanna be a teacher; I'm grateful for all I've been taught

[Chorus]

"Chain Gang Is The Click"
[Chorus:]
We fight together, we ride together, right now we're gonna get loud
together
chain gang is the click, it's trade mark
the truth is basic thuganomics im raining fire like apache helicopters
We fight together, we ride together, right now we're gonna get loud
together
chain gang is the click, it's trade mark
the truth is basic thuganomics im raining fire like apache helicopters

[Verse 1 - John Cena]
Prepare for the worst we commin thunderin opposition wonderin how they
get the drop on us we set up
and lock corners try to put a stop on us we react so quick the 5o
couldn’t even call the cops on us
steady put the rocks on us but my chain stay still, still my name stay
real spit the flame they feel I
no the game take skill that why the brains stay ill we bout to change
the deal keep the champagne
chilled we sippin? With a molly rose yall belly meatin beef and nothing
but bologna foes your phony
flows we stopping rise own the own the game yall is leasing with the
option to buy your flight been
delayed kid you not gonna fly we got the army throw your hands to the
sky this is chain gang bitch
don’t bother to check us yall don’t got to like us but you gon respect
us motherer

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - tha Trademarc]
Listen baby im just tryin to eat it’s the same game that put chain gang
in the street got goons with
a few hundred clips in the heat it’s the same violence and money diein
to meat got game im a fan
its music move me I found writhing rhymes was soothing don’t lose me
never let the truth allude me the
skills I respect I expect u dolly some got gifts man but reflect it
crudely that why I keep it real
like rejected movies what now and no what was or would be only sing
along if you understood me the
seen hip hop dawg aint were it could be trademark will take yall right
where it should be you actors
that’s where it stops you stars on stage yall adecrative props what now

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - tha Trademarc & John Cena]
Look man my voice cristen in beats your vision see ripples on concrete
for glisten heat whenever I
speak I walk streets? Trademarc john cena Freddie fox and rup corrupt
mob the chain gang spittin the
same slang let the iron go bang bang and came man let the church bells
ring ring to all yall coppin
the lot let it hang hang

[John Cena]
Yall think we lucky that aint nothen new to me cause luck is preparation
lockin heads with
opportunity so far I just had to listen and learn play my position and
earn with the vision and burn
now the shit is all turned and im reppin for pride where im from you
either step up or step aside want
some get some stop drop and parral chain gang run this bitch lock stock
and barrel

[Chorus]

We fight together we ride together and right now we gon to get loud
together chain gang is the click
click click click

"If It All Ended Tomorrow"
What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow?
Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow
So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow?
What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow?

What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow?
Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow
So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow?
What Would You Do, What Would You Do?

Uh, this is how it go down
I have the black-pound-silence so it don't make sound
I pile a 150 outta town, aint nobody around
Im in the back seat breakin it down
My love has been a past week dawg lately I found
Our press made us turn the radio down
But God bless now they talkin bout layin me down
Now they on about shovels in the weight of the ground
What now?
Preachin on the way that they handle thing
Waitin' patiently to do the 6-foot Same Thing
Now, so I take a second look at my life
I made too many mistakes that I just couldnt make right
Should've been more focused than I take things light
When I'm gone this is what ya'll will say I was like
American fool, no not that baddest or cool
Just a big fish caught up in the shallowish pool
Not a big name playa, in fact its true
Never wanted this shit without the kats he knew
He got lucky rode the co-tails of everyones fame
In two weeks aint nobody gon' rememba his name
It
I'm ready to go, I done made records
Made monetary often that flow
More importantly though, I proved everyone wrong
Its all over regardless what you say when Im gone
What now?

What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow?
Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow
So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow?
What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow?

What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow?
Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow
So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow?
What Would You Do, What Would You Do?

I want ya'll to feel the wound, its the truth in my words
I been quiet for too long, the truth should be heard
It was a while back, 10:20 in the morn'
Kat should up on my lawn in the rug-ed uniform
Unexpected, theres a knock on my door
I met this fool in the club, I don' see him before
Open to great him, but the second he sees me
His eyes buckle, his voice is uneasy
But it's cool, I didn't even catch it at first
I check his shoulder, homie's rockin a purse
Now I know something's tricky, but I'm already sittin down
Homie pipes up, you should hear what he's spittin out
Says I've been sleepin wit his wifey
And he ain't the type of kat to take that shit lightly
I made a move and he told me homie wait
Reached in his purse pulled a chrome 38
He asked me if I'm ready to die
Said he was gonna pull my brains all over the sky
Said he was leavin the country, and he was straight with the passports
Cocked the hammer, I'm thinkin my last thoughts
I'm in a bad way, nothin could save this.
I close my eyes hopin it's painless
Just waitin for the sound, ready to swallow too
But homie havin trouble with his follow through
By a miracle, I avoid the chalk ground
Homie's confused, he just wanna be talked down
His wife is sleepin through town and he knew it
Picked me outta the crowd but couldn't do it
Just lost it, and as he's walkin away
I realize life is short so I'm markin the day
Now it's full speed ahead, I'll rest when I'm dead
And I could give a what the next man said
I live how I wanna live
Buy what I wanna buy
Do what I wanna do
Try What I wanna try
Fear nothin, take chances
Not afraid to fail, always makin advances
So when I ride on the Grim Reaper Highway
No regrets bitch, I did it my way
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)

What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow?
Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow
So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow?
What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow?

What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow?
Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow
So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow?
What Would You Do, What Would You Do?