text: Yo. Yo. Yo.
  Cause Im this, Gorillaz from the mist lyricist and my thoughts be twisted
  I spit the wickedest rhymes from a time thats never existed
  My futuristic linguistics turn fools into statistics
  Im a lyrical misfit with the sadistic characteristics
  I perform murderous acts on my tracks with a single breath
  And if a boy wanna phi test, then I be stampin upon his chest
  Done makin a mess - Not a man could conceive the weed Im consumin
  And I transform from my cartoon pseudonym, turn to a human
  I spit words from my mouth that be turnin you inside out
  And I tie knots in intestines just like Im a boy scout
  Thats workin em out - Now rearrangin 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
  Get Dino to tear your Moschinos and then force you to limp home
  Imma take off like a jet pack with the get back, rather step back
  Imma make the crowd react and nod they heads until they neck snap
  I can flip raps while riding a skateboard and doin a tic-tac
  And leave your head in a spin like starin at turn table skid mats
  Im a concrete lion, big cat - this is real talk, not big-chat
  Did ya get that, cause I aint no small timer - I rhyme on big tracks
  Now fell the vibes I create, this heavy weight, Im about to detonate
  And demonstrate how I generate lyrics that supernaturally levitate
  To the top of my lyrics escalate, accelerate and leave you panickin
  Take the ground from beneath your feet, leave you Skywalk-in like Anakin
  Im sharper than the tips of Zulu spears and Olympic javelins
  My style is totally buckwild and most definitely happenin
  To your brains I be tappin in, to computers I be hackin in
  To me, I be out of this world like aliens who were time travelin
  Im dabblin in the Fists of Fury technique when I speak
  Forget Karate Kid and these wooden blocks, I chop through concrete
  Concrete, concrete, concrete!
  Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha!
  I been stoned; ever since the days of creation, Ive been red
  Im a mad dread, causin so much havoc in Russels head
  My lyricism is just like an aneurysm inside his brain
  He plays the beat in a trance and hes never feeling no pain
  I could never be a racist because I possess so many faces
  Im one of those beat-up bad wit bags and a pair of braces
  With lines longer than laces - Im gracin you with my presence
  The lyrics went flippin, makin 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
  Im as animated as Japanese animes causin calamities
  Some serious savory from my roarous rhymes of reality
  At the speed of sound, Im wanderin around - The clown done tried to defeat us
  Without tenacities its an audacity that 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...