Behind the animated characters, however, lurk real engineers and musicians. Gorillaz have made waves as the first 'virtual band' to achieve real chart success.
Concrete, concrete, concrete Wha-wha-well-well-wha-well 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. Yo." 'Cause I'm this, Gorillaz from the mist lyricist and my thoughts be twisted.
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