Текст (слова) песни: Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood (Phi Life Cypher)

"Yo. Yo. Yo."

Cause Im this, Gorillaz from the mist
lyricist and my thoughts be twisted.
I spit the wickedest rhymes from a time thats never existed.
My futuristic linguistics turn fools into statistics
Im a lyrical misfit with a sadistic characteristics
I perform murderous acts on my tracks with a single breath and if a boy wanfa test, then I be stampin upon his chest.
Done makin a mess
not a man could conceive the weed Im consumin and I transform from my cartoon pseudonym, turn to a human.
I spit words from my mouth that be turnin you inside out and I tie knots in intestines just like Im a boy scout thats workin em out
Now rearrangin your whole skeletal structure then I find some nine inch nails to perform some acupuncture
When I punch ya, I rupture all of your ribcage in a rage and I turn you into a cartoon too then erase the page
I take you back to the stone age with Barney and Fred Flintstone
Get Dino to take a machinos and then force you to live home

Ima take off like a jet pack better get back, rather step back.
Ima make the crowd react and nod they heads until they neck snap
Life can flip raps while riding a skateboard and doin a tic-tac and leave your head in a spin like staring at turn table skid mats.
Im a concrete lion, big cat.
This is real talk, not big chat.
Did ya get that cause I aint no small timer.
I rhyme on big tracks.
Now feel the vibes I create.
This heavyweight, Im about to detonate and
demonstrate how I generate lyrics that supernaturally levitate to the top.
My lyrics escalate,
Accelerate and leave you panickin,
Take the ground from beneath your feet, leave you Skywalk-in like Anakin.
Im sharper than the tips of Zulu spears and Olympic javelins.
My style is totally buck wild and most definitely happenin.
To your brains I be tappin in, to computers I be hackin in.
To me, I be out of this world like aliens who were time travelin.
Im dabblin in the Fists of Fury technique when I speak.
Forget Karate Kid and these wooden blocks, I chop from concrete.
Concrete, concrete, concrete!
Wha-wha-well-well-wha-well!


Ibe been stoned; ever since the days of creation,
Ive been red.
Im a mad dred, causin so much havoc in Russels head.
My lyracism is just like an aneurysm inside his brain.
He plays the beat in a trance and hes never feeling no pain.
I could never be a racist because I posess so many faces.
Im one of those beat-up bad wit bags and a pair of braces with lines longer than laces.
Im gracin you with my presence.
The lyrics went flippin, makin ya bubble like effervescence.
I pulverize and bamboozle, shake numb skulls like a boodle.
I smashed the top of your head with a guitar I borrowed from Noodle.
Im as animated as Japanese animes causin callamities.
Some serious savory from my roarous rhymes of reality.
At the speed of sound, Im wanderin around.
The clown done tried to defeat us without
tenacities or audacity.
Dont you ever thought you could beat us.
Beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us,
beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us,
beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us...
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