"Clint Eastwood (Phi Life Cypher Version)" lyrics - GORILLAZ

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[Si Phili:]
'Cause I'm this Gorillaz from the mist lyricist and my thoughts be twisted
I spit the wickedest rhymes from a time which never existed
My futuristic linguistics turn the 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 want for a 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 form 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 part 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
Got Dino to take a machino and then forage in ya live home

[Life:]
I'ma take off like a jet pack with the get back, better step back
I'ma make the crowd react and nod they heads until they neck snap
Life conflict raps while riding a skateboard and doin' a tic-tac
And leave your head in a spin like stirrin' the turn table's slip 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 feel the vise I create, this heavyweight, I'm about to detonate
And demonstrate how I generate lyrics that supernaturally levitate
To the top, my lyrics are skeletons, 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 babblin' in the Fist 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'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's just like and aneurysm inside his brain
He plays the beat in a trance and he's never feelin' 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 that 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 clowns that try 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
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