Clint Eastwood (Phi Life Cypher Version)

(album: G-Sides - 2001)

[2D:]
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on

[Si Phili:]
"Yo. Yo. Yo."
Cause I'm this, Gorillaz from the mist lyricist and my thoughts be twisted
I spit the wickedest rhymes from a time that's never existed
My futuristic linguistics turn fools into statistics
I'm a lyrical misfit with the sadistic characteristics
I perform murderous acts on my tracks with a single breath
And if a boy wanna test, then I be stamping upon his chest
Done making a mess Not a man could conceive the weed I'm consuming
And I transform from my cartoon pseudonym, turn to a human
I spit words from my mouth that be turning you inside out
And I tie knots in intestines just like I'm a boy scout
That's working 'em out Now rearranging your whole skeletal structure
Then I find some nine inch nails to perform some acupuncture
When I punch ya, I rupture one of your rib cage in a rage
And I turn you into a cartoon toon and erase the page
I take you back to the stone age with Barney and Fred Flinstone
Got Dino to take a machinos and then forage in a live home

[2D:]
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on

[Life:]
I'mma take off like a jet pack with the get back, rather step back
I'mma make the crowd react and nod they heads until they neck snap
Life conflict rap while riding a skateboard and doing a tic-tac
And leave your head in a spin like serving on turn table skid mats
I'm a concrete lion, big cat These are real talk, not big-chat
Did ya get that cause I ain't no small timer I rhyme on big tracks
Now fell the vise I create This heavyweight, I'm a rap to detonate
And demonstrate how I generate lyrics that supernaturaly levitate
To the top My lyrics are skeletons Accelerate and leave you panicking
Take the ground from beneath your feet, leave you Skywalk-ing like Anakin
I'm sharper than the tips of Zulu spears and Olympic javelins
My style is totally buckwild and most definitely happening
To your brains I be tapping in, to computers I be hacking in
To me, I be out of this world like aliens who were time traveling
I'm babbling in the Fists of Fury technique when I speak
Forget Karate Kid and these wooden blocks, I chop from concrete
Concrete, concrete, concrete!
Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha!

[2D:]
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on

[Si Phili:]
I'be been stoned; ever since the days of creation, I've been red
I'm a mad dred, causing so much havoc in Russel's head
My lyricism is just like an aneurysm inside his brain
He plays the beat in a trance and he's never feeling no pain
I could never be a racist because I posess so many faces
I'm one of those beat-up bad wit' bags and a pair of braces
With lines longer than laces I'm gracing you with my presence
The lyrics went flipping, making ya bubble like effervescence
I pulverize and bamboozle, shake numb skulls like a boodle
I smashed the top of your head with a guitar I borrowed from Noodle
I'm as animated as Japanese animes causing calamities
Some serious savory from my roarous rhymes of reality
At the speed of sound, I'm wandering around The clown done tried to defeat us
Without tenacities or audacity Don't you ever thought you could beat us
Beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us
Beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us
Beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us, beat us...