Clint Eastwood (Phi Life Cypher Version) lyrics

Song information

Artist: Gorillaz
Album: G-Sides

Lyrics

"Yo. yo. yo."

'Cause I'm this, gorillaz from the mist lyricist and my thoughts be twisted
I spit the wickedest rhymes from a time that's never existed
My futuristic linguistics turn fools into statistics
I'm a lyrical misfit with a sadistic characteristics
I perform murderous acts on my tracks with a single breath
And if a boy [?] test, then I be stampin' upon his chest
Done makin' a mess

No other man could conceive the weed I'm 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 I'm a boy scout
That's 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 one 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 tear-up your moschinos and then force you to limp home

I'ma take off like a jet pack, when I get back better step back
I'ma make the crowd react and nod their heads until their necks snap
[?] flip-flaps while riding a skateboard and doin' a tic-tac
And leave your head in a spin like staring at turn table slip mats
I'm a conquering lion, big cat. this is real talk, not big chat
Did ya get that? 'cause I ain't no small timer, I rhyme on big tracks
Now feel the vibes I create
This heavy weight I'm 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
I'm sharper than the tips of zulu spears and olympic javelins
My style is totally buck wild but most definitely happecnin'
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'
I'm dabblin' in the fists of fury technique when I speak
Forget karate kid and these wooden blocks, I chop through concrete
Concrete, concrete, concrete

Wha-wha-well-well-wha-well

I'be been stoned ever since the days of creation, I've been red
I'm a mad dred, causin' so much havoc in russel's head
My lyracism is just like an aneurysm inside his brain
He plays the beat in a trance and he's never feeling no pain
I could never be a racist because I posess so many faces
I'm one of those beat-up bad wit' bags and a pair of braces
With lines longer than laces I'm gracin' you with my presence
The lyrics went flippity-flick, and ya bubble like effervescence
I pulverize and bamboozle, shave numb skulls like a poodle
I smashed the top of your head with a guitar I borrowed from noodle
I'm as animated as japanese animes causin' callamities
Some serious savory from my roarous rhymes of reality
At the speed of sound, I'm running around the clown that tried to defeat us
But that tenacity is an audacity that 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..

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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