Jamie Hewlett — Clint Eastwood

2002, Поп

Громкость
Альбом: G-Sides (2002 г.)
Дата релиза: 2002-02-28
Жанр: Поп
Длительность: 04:52
Формат: mp3

Слова песни Jamie Hewlett — Clint Eastwood

«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 Flinstone
Get Dino to tear your Moschinos and then force you to limp home
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!
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…