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