Clint Eastwood (Phi Life Cypher Version)

'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 wan protest then I be stampin' up on his chest

I'm makin' a mess

Not a man could conceive the weed I'm consumin'

And I've transformed from my cartoon pseudonym, turned 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 rearranging 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 Flinstone

Get Dino to tear your Moschinos and then force you to limp home

I'ma take off like a jetpack, better get back, rather step back

I'ma make the crowd react and nod their heads until their neck snaps

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 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 sky-walking 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

I've 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 with 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 that I borrowed from Noodle

I'm as animated as Japanese animes causin' calamities

Some serious savagery for my roarous rhymes of reality

At the speed of sound, I'm wanderin' around

The clown could try to defeat us

Without tenacity, 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