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