Untouchables

The untouchable cat whose style is right

I can be mistaken for the smooth and silent type

My violence bites tight like it was vampire's teeth

I'm hammerin' chief, opponents with beef, you're put to sleep

My radical brain, will run your terrain, I'm comin' again

It's simple and plain, you're hurtin', there's no numbin' the pain

Warpin' your frame to convex with ill techs

Still flex, kill specs on cassette decks

Mic checks, and tight reps, collect all live bets

We'll see how bright the lights get

The illest attack, I fight with artillery, Jack

And physically smack them verbally humble

You stumble and fumble, so I gain possession

Music moves in cycles, natural progression

Thugonomics lesson is taught when records are bought

Analyzed for lies and fillers

Nowadays

Gorillas make scrilla if the market's correct

All you need is a hook, and a hand to collect

Lack cred but respect MC's before me

Don't blast the back heat but the streets, can't ignore me

Hands nice, I rock your wig piece, leave your hard rep soft

Just like when Miami left the Big East

Bust that

Y'all know my steez, yo we raisin' the bar

Assassinate the mainstream

Y'all know my steez, Trademarc and John Cena

Assassinate the mainstream

Y'all know my steez, yo we raisin' the bar

Assassinate the mainstream

Y'all know my steez, Trademarc and John Cena

Assassinate the mainstream

I calculate between the hi-hat

The bassline, I slide back

The scene decides that Trademarc

Designed raps through divine contact

The synapse to climb a syntax error

Define clever

We find Trademarc's photo ID below the letters

Your rhymes are general played

Minimal blank

Your eyes was blinded by the signs of federal banks

You lost your focus of function

'Member back when MC's used to spit and say (shit) that meant somethin'

The mainstream remained clean

Then the corporate industry became the same dream

And I leaned back below the scene

Mappin' out the future warfare schemes

I sweep through the streets lethal, to meet you

Delete too

Editorial restrictions

'Cause labels need candy-ass rappers so the populars can listen

Not the caste system

The last talented cats that lost they status

Real raps end up gratis tracks on mixtapes that never sell

'Cause executives have marketing schemes

Designed rims, hoes and music, and better gel

I know the veterans can tell

I see through the image

Mainstream acts is timid

I want hard beats, basslines, and lyrics that's vivid

A voice within' it, tellin' me real rap is comin' back and boy it's livid

I want it, I breathe it, I live it

I cornered the scene and I bring destruction

You ain't worth your weight, never mind the cost of post-production

Introduction to Trademarc

The poet laureate

Through deduction of reason

Rhyme forever

Before and after salmonella brought the beat in

Bust that

Y'all know my steez, yo we raisin' the bar

Assassinate the mainstream

Y'all know my steez, Trademarc and John Cena

Assassinate the mainstream

Y'all know my steez, yo we raisin' the bar

Assassinate the mainstream

Y'all know my steez, Trademarc and John Cena

Assassinate the mainstream

Y'all know my steez, yo we raisin' the bar

Assassinate the mainstream

Y'all know my steez, Trademarc and John Cena

Assassinate the mainstream

Y'all know my steez, yo we raisin' the bar

Assassinate the mainstream

Y'all know my steez, Trademarc and John Cena

Assassinate the mainstream