"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 fuck with me, she can't fuck 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]
Fuck 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 sex
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 sex 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 {?}, cook '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, fuck your boring rap
This East to West coast hittin like Warren Sapp
I'm fully focused, I walk with a purpose
Y'all are fuckin 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
Fuck 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 fuckin 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 fuckin 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 fuck 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
Fuck 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 motherfucker

[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 sex 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
Fuck 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 Fuck 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?

"Basic Thugonomics"

So, you think you're untouchable?

[Chorus (scratched) x2:]
Word life--this is Basic Thugonomics
Word life--I'm untouchable but I'm forcin' you to feel me

Whether fightin' or spittin' my discipline is unforgiven
Got you backin' up in a defensive position
An ass-kcikin' anthem, heavyweight or bantam
Holdin' camps for ransom, the 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 you reinforcements
We strike quick with hard kicks, duckin' night sticks
Bare-knuckled men through fight pits, beat you lifeless
Never survive this, you forgot like Alzhmiers
Two-face rappers walk away with four shiners
The raw rhymer, turnin' legends to old-timers
My incisors like a vipor bitin' through your one-liners
New DeadMan Inc., and we about to make you famous
Takin' over Earth and still kickin' in Uranus

[Chorus]

You ain't advanced enough to process,potential for medical concepts
Some objects are foreign, like Loch Ness
Arts and sex are complex regardless of your finesse or fitness is the condition of business
Your lame vision of a underground physical image
You're underneath to undermine your whole typical image
With the precision of percentages and the collision of sentences
Poetry beats your mics
We untouchable like righteous sluts with no crevasses
Streets unite, we rock righter with dumber beats
You cats couldn't come this hot ? in the summer heat
Forget two takes--kill your birds the first time
You better stay worthy of my filler of worse rhymes
I'm better than nice, check the veterans twice
You be beside your self with fear
I'll kill you and bury you twice despite the cover of night
Trackin' ya flight like guerrilla warfare
When the grass is dense
Approaching me is a quick way to get referred to in the past tense
Dead-da, when the lights, the mic is on
The crowd is dead like intermission and you on the Titan Tron