Clint Eastwood (Phi Life Cypher Version)

Lyrics

[Si Phili] "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 the sadistic characteristics I perform murderous acts on my tracks with a single breath And if a boy wanna phi test, then I be stampin' upon his chest Done makin' a mess - Not a 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 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 Flintstone Get Dino to tear your Moschinos and then force you to limp home [Life] I'mma take off like a jet pack with the get back, rather step back I'mma make the crowd react and nod they heads until they neck snap I can flip raps while riding a skateboard and doin' a tic-tac And leave your head in a spin like starin' at turn table skid mats I'm a concrete 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 fell the vibes I create, this heavy weight, I'm about to detonate And demonstrate how I generate lyrics that supernaturally levitate To the top of 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 buckwild 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' 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-wha-wha-wha-wha! [Si Phili] I been stoned; ever since the days of creation, I've been red I'm a mad dread, causin' so much havoc in Russel's head My lyricism 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 possess 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' calamities 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 it's 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...