With lines longer than laces I'm gracin' you with my presence. I'm one of those beat-up bad wit' bags and a pair of braces. I could never be a racist because I posess so many faces. He plays the beat in a trance and he's never feeling no pain. My lyracism is just like an aneurysm inside his brain. I'm a mad dred, causin' so much havoc in Russel's head. I'be been stoned ever since the days of creation, I've been red. Forget Karate Kid and these wooden blocks, I chop through concrete. I'm dabblin' in the Fists of Fury technique when I speak. To me, I be out of this world like aliens who were time travelin'. To your brains I be tappin' in, to computers I be hackin' in. My style is totally buck wild but most definitely happecnin'. I'm sharper than the tips of Zulu spears and Olympic javelins. To the top my lyrics escalate, accelerate and leave you panickin', take the ground from beneath your feet, leave you Skywalk-in' like Anakin. This heavy weight I'm about to detonate and demonstrate how I generate lyrics that supernaturally levitate. Did ya get that? 'Cause I ain't no small timer, I rhyme on big tracks. and leave your head in a spin like staring at turn table slip mats. I can flip-flaps while riding a skateboard and doin' a tic-tac. I'ma make the crowd react and nod their heads until their necks snap. I'ma take off like a jet pack, when I get back better step back. Get Dino to tear-up your Moschinos and then force you to limp home. I take you back to the stone age with Barney and Fred Flintstone. When I punch ya, I rupture one of your ribcage in a rage and I turn you into a cartoon too, then erase the page. Then I find some nine inch nails to perform some acupuncture. Now rearrangin' your whole skeletal structure.
And I tie knots in intestines just like I'm a boy scout that's workin' 'em out. I spit words from my mouth that be turnin' you inside out. No other man could conceive the weed I'm consumin' and I transform from my cartoon pseudonym, turn to a human. I perform murderous acts on my tracks with a single breath, and if a boy test, then I be stampin' upon his chest Done makin' a mess. I'm a lyrical misfit with a sadistic characteristics. My futuristic linguistics turn fools into statistics. I spit the wickedest rhymes from a time that's never existed. Omg.'Cause I'm this, Gorillaz from the mist lyricist and my thoughts be twisted. I think i fell in love Comment by Yard Gang Nice job!!<3 Comment by Deadly Parkur Killer SniperAssasin BrawlStars2005ĭifferent but cool Comment by Space Hippieįucking Love this Dude Psymbionic is a boss saw him live at Euphoria.
That’s terrible Comment by Marco Trujillo Santana Now THATS a fuckin REMIX Comment by Jakub_Przet
The tune really opened my eyes to many different kinds of music, especially underground electronic vibes.Ĭomo puedo descargar la canción Comment by ?sᴉɥʇ psǝɹ noʎ uɐɔ When I first heard this Gorillaz track back in 2001ish, it totally blew me away because it was such a meshing of different styles. Here's a brand new drumstep remix in support of my upcoming EP, "Ride With Me", out April 3rd on MalLabel.
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