Clint Eastwood (Phi Life Cypher Version)This is a featured page

Album:
G-Sides
Length:
4:54
Alternate Versions: Clint Eastwood, Clint Eastwood(Ed Case Refix), A Fistful Of Peanuts (Clint Eastwood)

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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 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
And 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 more of your rib cage, in a rage
And I turn you into a cartoon too,
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 their necks 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 vice I create
This heavyweight, I'm a rap 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 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 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
So 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 raucous rhymes of reality
At the speed of sound, I'm wanderin' around
The clown done tried to defeat us
Without tenacity 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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