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Letra actual de la canción
Si Phili]<br />'Yo. Yo. Yo.'<br /><br />'Cause I'm this, Gorillaz from the mist lyracist and my thoughts be twisted<br />I spit the wickedest rhymes from a time that's never exsisted<br />My futuristic linquistics turn fools into statistics<br />I'm a lyrical misfit with the sadistic characteristics<br />I perform murderous acts on my tracks with a single breath<br />and if a boy wanna test, then I be stampin' upon his chest<br />Done makin' a mess - Not a man could concieve the weed I'm consumin'<br />and I transform from my cartoon pseudonym, turn to a human<br />I spit words from my mouth that be turnin' you inside out<br />and I tie knots in intestines just like I'm a boy scout<br />that's workin' 'em out - Now rearrangin' your whole skeletal structure<br />then I find some nine inch nails to perform some accupuncture<br />When I punch ya, I rupture one of your rib cage in a rage<br />and I turn you into a cartoon toon and erase the page<br />I take you back to the stone age with Barney and Fred Flinstone<br />Got Dino to take a machinos and then forage in a live home<br /><br />[Life]<br />I'ma take off like a jet pack with the get back, rather step back<br />I'ma make the crowd react and nod they heads until they kneck snap<br />Life conflict rap while riding a skateboard and doin' a tic-tac<br />and leave your head in a spin like servin' on turn table skid mats<br />I'm a concrete lion, big cat - These are real talk, not big-chat<br />Did ya get that 'cause I ain't no small timer - I rhyme on big tracks<br />Now fell the vise I create - This heavyweight, I'm a rap to detanate<br />and demonstrate how I generate lyrics that supernaturaly levitate<br />to the top - My lyrics are skeletons - Accelerate and leave you panicin'<br /> <br />Take the ground from beneath your feet, leave you Skywalk-in' like Anakin<br />I'm sharper than the tips of Zulu spears and Olympic javelins<br />My style is totally buckwild and most definately happenin'<br />To your brains I be tappin' in, to computers I be hackin' in<br />To me, I be out of this world like aliens who were time travelin'<br />I'm babblin' in the Fists of Fury technique when I speak<br />Forget Karate Kid and these wooden blocks, I chop from concrete<br />Concrete, concrete, concrete!<br />Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha!<br /><br />[Si Phili]<br />I'be been stoned; ever since the days of creation, I've been red<br />I'm a mad dred, causin' so much havoc in Russel's head<br />My lyracism is just like an aneurysm inside his brain<br />He plays the beat in a trance and he's never feeling no pain<br />I could never be a racist because I posess so many faces<br />I'm one of those beat-up bad wit' bags and a pair of braces<br />with lines longer than laces - I'm gracin' you with my presence<br />The lyrics went flippin', makin' ya bubble like effervescence<br />I pulverize and bamboozle, shake numb skulls like a boodle<br />I smashed the top of your head with a guitar I borrowed from Noodle<br />I'm as animated as Japanese animes causin' callamities<br />Some serious savory from my roarous rhymes of reality<br />At the speed of sound, I'm wanderin' around - The clown done tried to defeat us<br />without tenacities or audacity - Don't you ever thought you could beat us<br />Beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us,<br />beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us,<br />beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us...
Letra nueva de la canción
Si Phili]<br />'Yo. Yo. Yo.'<br /><br />'Cause I'm this, Gorillaz from the mist lyracist and my thoughts be twisted<br />I spit the wickedest rhymes from a time that's never exsisted<br />My futuristic linquistics turn fools into statistics<br />I'm a lyrical misfit with the sadistic characteristics<br />I perform murderous acts on my tracks with a single breath<br />and if a boy wanna test, then I be stampin' upon his chest<br />Done makin' a mess - Not a man could concieve the weed I'm consumin'<br />and I transform from my cartoon pseudonym, turn to a human<br />I spit words from my mouth that be turnin' you inside out<br />and I tie knots in intestines just like I'm a boy scout<br />that's workin' 'em out - Now rearrangin' your whole skeletal structure<br />then I find some nine inch nails to perform some accupuncture<br />When I punch ya, I rupture one of your rib cage in a rage<br />and I turn you into a cartoon toon and erase the page<br />I take you back to the stone age with Barney and Fred Flinstone<br />Got Dino to take a machinos and then forage in a live home<br /><br />[Life]<br />I'ma take off like a jet pack with the get back, rather step back<br />I'ma make the crowd react and nod they heads until they kneck snap<br />Life conflict rap while riding a skateboard and doin' a tic-tac<br />and leave your head in a spin like servin' on turn table skid mats<br />I'm a concrete lion, big cat - These are real talk, not big-chat<br />Did ya get that 'cause I ain't no small timer - I rhyme on big tracks<br />Now fell the vise I create - This heavyweight, I'm a rap to detanate<br />and demonstrate how I generate lyrics that supernaturaly levitate<br />to the top - My lyrics are skeletons - Accelerate and leave you panicin'<br /> <br />Take the ground from beneath your feet, leave you Skywalk-in' like Anakin<br />I'm sharper than the tips of Zulu spears and Olympic javelins<br />My style is totally buckwild and most definately happenin'<br />To your brains I be tappin' in, to computers I be hackin' in<br />To me, I be out of this world like aliens who were time travelin'<br />I'm babblin' in the Fists of Fury technique when I speak<br />Forget Karate Kid and these wooden blocks, I chop from concrete<br />Concrete, concrete, concrete!<br />Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha!<br /><br />[Si Phili]<br />I'be been stoned; ever since the days of creation, I've been red<br />I'm a mad dred, causin' so much havoc in Russel's head<br />My lyracism is just like an aneurysm inside his brain<br />He plays the beat in a trance and he's never feeling no pain<br />I could never be a racist because I posess so many faces<br />I'm one of those beat-up bad wit' bags and a pair of braces<br />with lines longer than laces - I'm gracin' you with my presence<br />The lyrics went flippin', makin' ya bubble like effervescence<br />I pulverize and bamboozle, shake numb skulls like a boodle<br />I smashed the top of your head with a guitar I borrowed from Noodle<br />I'm as animated as Japanese animes causin' callamities<br />Some serious savory from my roarous rhymes of reality<br />At the speed of sound, I'm wanderin' around - The clown done tried to defeat us<br />without tenacities or audacity - Don't you ever thought you could beat us<br />Beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us,<br />beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us,<br />beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us...
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