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