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Control Machete - Clint Eastwood lyrics
[Si Phili]
 "Yo. Yo. Yo."
 'Cause I'm this, Gorillaz from the mist lyracist and my thoughts be twisted
 I spit the wickedest rhymes from a time that's never exsisted
 My futuristic linquistics 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 stampin' upon his chest
 Done makin' a mess - Not a man could concieve the weed I'm 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 I'm a boy scout
 that's workin' 'em out - Now rearrangin' your whole skeletal structure
 then I find some nine inch nails to perform some accupuncture
 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
 [Life]
 I'ma take off like a jet pack with the get back, rather step back
 I'ma make the crowd react and nod they heads until they kneck snap
 Life conflict rap while riding a skateboard and doin' a tic-tac
 and leave your head in a spin like servin' 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 detanate
 and demonstrate how I generate lyrics that supernaturaly levitateControl Machete - Clint Eastwood - http://motolyrics.com/control-machete/clint-eastwood-lyrics.html
 to the top - My lyrics are skeletons - Accelerate and leave you panicin'
 Take the ground from beneath your feet, leave you Skywalk-in' like Anakin
 I'm sharper than the tips of Zulu spears and Olympic javelins
 My style is totally buckwild and most definately 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'
 I'm babblin' 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!
 [Si Phili]
 I'be been stoned; ever since the days of creation, I've been red
 I'm a mad dred, causin' so much havoc in Russel's head
 My lyracism 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 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
 I'm as animated as Japanese animes causin' callamities
 Some serious savory from my roarous rhymes of reality
 At the speed of sound, I'm wanderin' 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,
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