Текст песни Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood (Phi Life Cypher Version)

[Si Phili]
Yo. Yo. Yo.

'Cause I'm this, Gorillaz from the mist lyracist 
and my thoughts be twisted
I spit the wickedest rhymes 
from a time that's never exsisted
My futuristic linquistics 
turn fools into statistics
I'm a lyrical misfit 
with the sadistic characteristics
I perform murderous acts 
on my tracks with a single breath
and if a boy wanna test, 
then I be stampin' upon his chest
Done makin' a mess - 
Not a man could concieve 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 accupuncture
When I punch ya, 
I rupture one of your rib cage in a rage
and I turn you into a cartoon toon 
and erase the page
I take you back to the stone age 
with Barney and Fred Flinstone
Got Dino to take a machinos 
and then forage in a live home

[Life]
I'ma take off like a jet pack 
with the get back, rather step back
I'ma make the crowd react 
and nod they heads until they kneck snap
Life conflict rap while 
riding a skateboard and doin' a tic-tac
and leave your head in a spin like servin' 
on turn table skid mats
I'm a concrete lion, big cat - 
These are real talk, not big-chat
Did ya get that 'cause I ain't no small timer - 
I rhyme on big tracks
Now fell the vise I create - 
This heavyweight, I'm a rap to detanate
and demonstrate how I generate lyrics 
that supernaturaly levitate
to the top - My lyrics are skeletons - 
Accelerate and leave you panicin'

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 buckwild 
and most definately 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'
I'm babblin' 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-wha-wha-wha-wha!

[Si Phili]
I 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 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
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 wanderin' around - 
The clown done tried to defeat us
without tenacities or audacity - 
Don't you ever thought you could beat us
Beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, 
beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us

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