I rhyme on big tracks
Accelerate and leave you panickin'
When I punch ya, I rupture all of your ribcage in a rage
To me, I be out of this world like aliens who were time travelin'
To the top, my lyrics escalate
To your brains I be tappin' in, to computers I be hackin' in
With lines longer than laces, I'm gracin' you with my presence
My futuristic linguistics turn fools into statistics
I'm dabblin' in the Fists of Fury technique when I speak
I'm a mad dred, causin' so much havoc in Russel's head
And if a boy want the test, then I be stampin' upon his chest
And leave your head in a spin like staring at turn table skid mats
I smashed the top of your head with a guitar I borrowed from Noodle
I spit the wickedest rhymes from a time that's never existed
Now rearrangin' your whole skeletal structure
'Cause I'm this, Gorillaz from the mist
Get Dino to take a machinos and then force you to live home
And I tie knots in intestines just like I'm a boy scout
I've been stoned ever since the days of creation, I've been red
I'm one of those beat-up bad wit' bags and a pair of braces
I pulverize and bamboozle, shake numb skulls like a boodle
I'm as animated as Japanese animes causin' calamities
I spit words from my mouth that be turnin' you inside out
Take the ground from beneath your feet
Now feel the vibes I create, this heavyweight
Leave you Skywalkin' like Anakin
I'm about to detonate and demonstrate
And I transform from my cartoon pseudonym, turn to a human
This is real talk, not big chat
He plays the beat in a trance and he's never feeling no pain
I perform murderous acts on my tracks with a single breath
I'ma take off like a jet pack better get back, rather step back
Don't you ever thought you could beat us
I take you back to the stone age with Barney and Fred Flintstone
At the speed of sound, I'm wanderin' around
How I generate lyrics that supernaturally levitate
Some serious savory from my roarous rhymes of reality
That's workin' 'em out
Done makin' a mess
I'm sharper than the tips of Zulu spears and Olympic javelins
I'ma make the crowd react and nod they heads until they neck snap
I'm a lyrical misfit with a sadistic characteristics
Not a man could conceive the weed I'm consumin'
The lyrics went flippin', makin' ya bubble like effervescence
I'm a concrete lion, big cat
Life can flip raps while riding a skateboard and doin' a tic-tac
My style is totally buck wild and most definitely happenin'
The clown done tried to defeat us without tenacities or audacity
Forget Karate Kid and these wooden blocks, I chop from concrete
I could never be a racist because I possess so many faces
Did ya get that? 'Cause I ain't no small timer
Lyricist and my thoughts be twisted
My lyricism is just like an aneurysm inside his brain
Then I find some Nine Inch Nails to perform some acupuncture
And I turn you into a cartoon too then erase the page
Concrete, concrete, concrete, w-w-well, well, well
