Death Grips Exmilitary (Official Mixtape)

RELEASE DATE April 27 2011

Death Grips - Exmilitary - 3 - Spread Eagle Cross the Block

lyrics: 

WHERE IS THE LOVE?
WHERE IS THE SOUL PLEASE
HELP ME TO SEE IT
I’VE LOST ALL CONTROL
LIKE PAPER I FOLD
IN TWO
THEN FOUR
THEN EIGHT
THEN MORE
IS THERE A PIECE OF ART YOU CAN’T BUY?
A PAINTING HUNG SO HIGH 
A GOLDEN FRAME WHOSE CONTENTS 
YOU CAN’T NAME A PRICE FOR
THEY CAN’T STAND THE SIGHT OF IT
A SONG THAT NOBODY CAN RECORD 
ONE THAT NOBODY’S HEARD BEFORE
SOMETHING YOU’LL NEVER BUY IN A STORE
AND THERE WILL NEVER BE MORE 
WHERE IS THE LOVE?
WHERE IS THE SOUL PLEASE
HELP ME TO SEE IT
I’VE LOST ALL CONTROL
LIKE PAPER I FOLD
IN TWO
THEN FOUR
THEN EIGHT
THEN MORE
WHERE IS THE LOVE?
WHERE IS THE SOUL PLEASE
HELP ME TO SEE IT
I’VE LOST ALL CONTROL
FOR PAPER WE FOLD
IN TWO
THEN FOUR
THEN EIGHT
THEN MORE

a song you cannot record (PROD. CALDER)

lyrics:

HOLDING ONTO 
HOLDING ONTO THE PEOPLE AND THEIR FEELINGS
I MISS YOU 
ALL MY LIFE I SPENT 
TRYNA BE APPROVED OF
BASE MYSELF ON MY FRIENDS
BUT EVERYTHING GOTTA END 
ARE YOU HOLDING ON TOO?
GIVE ALL YOU WANT 
BUT YOU KNOW THE WORLD TAKE IT BACK
PLACE BLAME ALL THAT YOU WANT 
TIL YOUR SOUL IS BLACK 
DON’T PICK UP WHEN I CALL
I DON’T WANNA CHAT 
HATE ME UNTIL ONE OF US HAVE A HEART ATTACK
I LOVE YOU
I DON’T WANNA SEE YOU GO AWAY 
HIDE OUT 
WHEN YOU TRY TO GO
LIKE A STOWAWAY 
READY TO FORGIVE YOU
BUT YOU KNOW HOW TO HOLD A GRUDGE
READY TO MOVE ON 
GOTTA FIND SOMEWHERE TO PUT MY LOVE 
ROT INSIDE 
YOU CAN DIE WHEN I DECIDE 
YOU CANNOT BREAK FAMILY TIES 
QUITE SO EASILY 
HEART RATE RISING 
DEFEATING ME 
I’M SO TIRED 
WANNA GO TO SLEEP 
YOU’RE INSIDE OF ANOTHER DREAM 
WE AREN’T EVEN ENEMIES 
WHY 
WHY WON’T YOU LOOK INTO MY EYES
WHY
SPEND YOUR LIFE 
PICKING UP THE PIECES 
OF DIFFERENT PUZZLES 
FIREFLIES IN THE SUMMERTIME 
DON’T KNOW WHY THEY SHINE
AS THEY FLY THROUGH THE SKY 
I SEE LIGHT 


firefly (PROD. CALDER X kevm)

lyrics:

NO MATTER HOW MUCH I CARRY I FEEL SO WEAK 
DYSPHORIC IN MY MASCULINITY 
WHEN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR I HATE WHAT I SEE
SOMETIMES I WONDER WHAT YOU SEE IN ME

ERICA LOOK INTO MY EYES
ERICA YOU’RE JUST MY TYPE 
ERICA I HAD THE TIME OF MY LIFE
I FEEL SO ALIVE WITH YOU

NO MATTER HOW MUCH I CARRY I FEEL SO WEAK 
DYSPHORIC IN MY MASCULINITY 
WHEN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR I HATE WHAT I SEE
SOMETIMES I WONDER WHAT YOU SEE IN ME
I DO WHAT I MUST STRUGGLE WITH WHAT I CAN
WHEN YOU SEE ME CRY, AM I LESS OF A MAN?
YOU CRADLE MY SOUL AND YOU HOLD MY HAND
YOU LET ME KNOW THAT YOU LOVE ME THE WAY THAT I AM


ericka (PROD. CALDER X kevm)

lyrics:

big ass gun and a big ass beer
On my wall got a big ass deer
On my wall got a big ass buck
And out front got a big ass truck

In the yard 
I just shot a big ass boar
Might have a whole 6 pack by four 
Send all the immigrants right back home 
That’s the American way I know 

That’s the American way my dude 
I think Jesus Christ would approve 
Let’s put billionaires in the office we didn’t vote for, they’re so cool

My favorite show is the news 
But I hate them I don’t know what to do
I got a red hat on they made in china
I hate Asians too 

I just drank a 12 pack of Pabst 
And washed it down with a bottle of Jack 

I got a German shorthair pointer
If I say so he will attack 

All I listen to is country music
I hate hippity hop and rap

That’s the American way 
That’s the American way 
Eat that barbecue and jambalaya soup
have a heart attack any day (x2)

get that lib shit outta face 
i go to church but i don’t learn nothing 
they wanna turn our kids into gays 

god up there must have made a mistake 
i’m pro life unless you’re already living 
i think that women should keep the baby if they get r*ped 

because i love god so much
with all my heart 
take a family trip to Walmart
let’s all pile inside the Chevrolet
i hope every muslim incinerates 
i think police should discriminate 
hot dog’s and ketchup my dinner plate 
tastes great

THAT'S THE AMERICAN WAY! (PROD. WENDIGO)

(Putrid Soul) - Death [Insanity] God help me

Slipknot

Tattered & Torn

from "The Money Store"
out April 24, 2012 on Epic Records
http://thirdworlds.net

BLACKJACK
how i ride, why i ride, never really had ta try
i, i, i ... eeuuhh
nevermind that, black jack
needle to da mainline junk prepared in a head that
never came up for air
fallin apart cant get a grip
dont give a fuck if i did

way shit goes
it'll be just fine
oh, oh, oh
how to rob men blind

(cant do a thing but fold)
yeah watch that
cant do a thing ... black jack

comin from that hit me until
twenty one makes
your chips mine
black jack dont trip
you got the bill
twenty one shots to your grill

bow down or die everytime
i slap them thangs
flat black chains rattlin
shawshank the box
cant be contained
man came ta pick the lock
empty the vault
and leave no trace
sleep dont wake

hit em low and keep rollin to da beat no breaks
slow it down then accelerate
to hell its cake
like sellin weight
no middle man
made bitch mistakes
blackjack

high king, ace, to knees the place put down by g's raisin the stakes

you know whats up
straight
how the fuck is that?
blackjack

but dont forget to watch this
tounge push bankroll off my lips
who the hell are you legit
what the fuck you think man shit
blackjack
(always keep my)

no need ta count the deck
i own it
drop that
lead chin check
to your dome its on black
respect me zone or get caught back handed leather strap hit ya so hard knocked flat broke by a bloke wit dat golden contact glove hold da smoke
of most high fire bon tap tap
(cant do a thing but fold)
yeah watch that

cant do a thing ... blackjack

dont forget to watch this
tongue push bankroll
off my lips
who the hell are you legit
what the fuck you think man shit

you know whats up
straight
how the fuck is that.. blackjack

blackjack dont trip you got the bill, twenty one shots to your grill

Blackjack

Death Grips - Blackjack

music video: youtu.be/EwXYn2yiLPM
some background vocals done by CHECKS
download: https://johnnascus.bandcamp.com/album/identity-crisis

Sad Satan lsd
*hums*
Deep Web soliloquy
*hum*
Why have you come for me
Paimon, the 8th king of hell
You are scaring me
Glitchy technology
Now i see intestines pour out computer screen
Look at intestines and i see the faces of friends and my family
Hands go through me
And in their grasp are
My spleen and my kidney
King grabs on to my wrist
With a blood hellish grip
He whispers in my ear:
"We are going below"

Oh Satan, fallen angel
I know my time is up
Oh please tear out my heart
Oh please tear up my guts
No more eternal suffering
I want to end it all
Im tired of the flames
And seeing all my wrongs
Oh Satan, fallen angel
I know my time is up
Oh please tear out my heart
Oh please tear up my guts
I'm tired of suffering
I want to leave this hell

Sad Satan LSD (Prod. BRUHMANEGOD)

@ssjcxrpse
art: @lildvrkie

I JUST HAD A BIG BRAIN MOMENT
WHY ON EARTH WOULD BHRIS OR BEAMY BEND FOR ALL THE SHIT THEY SPOKEN?
I GOT NO HAIR FOCUS.
FUCK OUTTA MY FACE BEFORE THIS SHIT TURN TO AMERICAN HISTORY X
JUST TOOK A PISS IN ME BED
I GOT SOME SMOKE IN ME NECK
NONE YE BOYS DONT GET IT
NONE YE BOYS WONT HIT IT
ALREADY DONE SAID
GOT RACKS ALONG MY SLEEVE OFF ALL MY MEAT, STILL GOT TRICKERY LEFT
SCARE AWAY THESE HOES CAUSE MY CRIB SMELL LIKE A FISHERY DEN
CIGARETTE BRINGIN ME DEATH
SKINHEAD ON THE TARMAC
MY AIRSTRIKES GON SPARK, FLASH
MY HAIRLINE GO FAR BACK
IN MY STARE'S SIGHT SOME FAR PATHS
MY PIECE GOT PAPER CLIPS MEAT I SAVOR IT
(MEAT MAN!)
TAKE A BACKSEAT OR TAKE A RISK
FEATS UP, PAY FOR IT

big brain (prod. CXRPSE)

lyrics:
i can't believe i got myself played again
i thought we was cool, i thought we made amends
go tell all your friends, fuck what you say to them
i can't wait for us to find our way again
hard for me to care when i'm so faded every day
i'm straying far away from you, wading through the pain
deflating in the rain, i created all these things, no use

maybe i will fall, maybe i will rise
but if anything, a nigga really tried
and i know, i know
doing it for all, doing it for i
but a balance is required to survive and to fly
wide open space

10 day, i remember bumpin' that, takin' acid to rap
then stays in the past, you be lettin' shit amass in ya ass
toxins, we pollutin' all the human, that's an issue, i'm assumin'
god been chillin' in my spirit, i can feel him, i can hear it
i know you may not understand now
but we all return to where we once were
words and code written in my hands now
in my skin from within, tell me, how could i pretend that i know?
i never thought i would see this place again
i thought that i knew, but that illusion end
go tell all your friends, but you can't say to them
the beauty we forget and can't express
the lesson i learn every time i stress
i confess, i don't know what is best
that's okay, it's so cold in the snow
but go play anyway
you can mold what you hold where you lay
into something brand new or a man that stand true

(Putrid Soul) - Death [Insanity] God help me

KYTINN

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