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