percent faster music

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

Death Grips - Exmilitary - 1 - Beware

Death Grips - Exmilitary - 2 - Guillotine

Death Grips - Exmilitary - 5 - Takyon (Death Yon)

Death Grips - Exmilitary - 8 - Culture Shock

Death Grips - Exmilitary - 12 - I Want it I need it (Death Heated)

Death Grips - Exmilitary - 13 - Blood Creepin

TRACK LIST:

1. LOL! SOME PEOPLE ARE JUST FUCKING CATTLE, WHOOPS!
2. FISHTANK
3. PC AWARENESS
4. BURNING MEDIA 

LYRICS:

ROOT A NIGGER ON THE RACE TRACK BLITZ 
BEAT EM' WHITE UNTIL HE CLICKS RIGHT PLACE
NOT A TRIGGER JUST A FACE FACTS FIX
BE A PEG AND FIT ERASE MIGHT FACE
SEE YOU WALKIN ON THE LINE YOU HIT
MAKE YER TUMMY FEEL A LIGHT BLOWN KISS
BUT I THINK THERE IS A MIND YOU MISS
LETTIN PIGGIES SPOON YER RIGHTS WITH A FIST

HOT IRON NA ON YER ASS IF YOU BLEED MY CLASS MY FRIEND TIME TO BEND

BE A LOL AND I'M A MIND YOU BITCH 
ADVERTISING IS A CRIME AND A HITCH 
IF I HUNGER FOR A MEME SANDWICH 
I'LL MAKE MY OWN ON MY TIME, NO TRICKS.

YOU ALL LOOK SO FUCKING WEAK AND DISGUSTING AND SICK 
BUT ITS A PARTY SO HOP ON MY DICK AND LETS GET SOME PURGING OF LOATHING UP IN HERE 
ARE YOU MY FRIEND? YES ITS A FRACTIONAL FUCK
OH YEAH THATS WHAT I'M TALKING
I NEED THE FATTEST AND MOST FERTILE GOOSE TO GET BEHIND 
SO I DON'T GET LOST IN FRONT OF MY OWN BLOOD TRAILING BEHIND ME
NO DON'T DRINK THAT, IT IS FOUL.
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GONNA FILL MY MOUTH WITH FLUSTER LEAVIN LITTLE HEAVEN CLUSTERS IN MY BED
OH MY ME
SHE SAYS THATS FUCKING DISGUSTING, HOW THE FUCK YOU SLEEP IN LUSTING CRUSHED UP MEDS
AND IM FOAMING OUT MY MOUTH UNTIL I FISHTANK UP THIS HOME WITH MY INSTEAD, FUCK THAT FREE
HEAVEN DROP MY BREAD IN BUTTER THROUGH THE CHIMNEY I DON'T WANNA LEAVE MY HEAD, CAN'T YOU SEE?

I DONT GOTTA MAKE BANK IM IN MY FUCKING FISHTANK
I WORK ON MY FEAR STANK DEFEND MY LITTLE FISHTANK
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BUSY CLOWN IS SWIPING VICTIM CARD ACROSS THE CLIT
FLASH MEDALLION OF NOTHING SELF AND GET
LEGISLATIVE PROG BLANKET FRINGIES DON'T FIT
WARM AND COZY POCKET POSIES TAKE A HIT

BLOWN OUT BRAINS BABY, GOSH I THINK I FOUND WHAT IM LOOKING FOR
BLOWN OUT BRAINS BABY, HUSH I THINK I FOUND WHAT YOUR LOOKING FOR
BLOWN OUT BRAINS BABY, HUSH I THINK IN SOUNDS NO ONES LOOKING FOR
BLOWN OUT BRAINS BABY, MUSH INSIDE THE CROWN, LET IT FLAG NO MORE.

NO WORM WILL PET ON ME, APPLY THE CHRYSAROBIN
FIRE OF ANTHONY EXPEL THE REST THAN POUR IN 
THE PURE LIGHT
ERASES ME, IM PHASING 
UPON THE PLASTIC EARTH WHERE POST-HUMANS ARE GRAZING.
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BOI DRAGGIN CHAIN
MY FELLOW BLEEDERS DO YOU LOVE ME?
I THE MEME, THATS THE DREAM
IF YOU LOVE ME BABY THEN SHARE ME

ALL THE OTHERS JUST LOOK LIKE EACH OTHER
THEY ALL BURN TO A COPY FOR THEIR FRIENDS TO SHARE
AND SAY HAY LOOK AT US AND OUT INSULAR CULT OF 
NO ONES IN AN EXISTENCE THATS ONE IN ITSELF

I FUCKS WITH MY BRAIN OUT
MAD FLUX FROM MY BRAIN SPOUT 
UNTRUST WITH MY BRAIN DOUBT 
PLAY TRACKS WITH MY BRAIN POUT
GIVE FUCKS FOR THAT MEOW
NOW PLAY FOR THAT BROWN COW
HE'S RAISING THAT MOON BROW
THE SPOONS ALL IN TUNE NOW

HEY, COULD YOU TEACH BOI LOST TO GET FOUND?
COULD YOU TEACH A SQUARE BOI TO GET ROUND?
COULD YOU SHOW EM HOW TO DRIP THAT COOL
CUZ THE TRUTH IS THAT I REALLY LOVE YOU
ILL HANG MYSELF
YOUR VERY IMPRESSION OF ME ANNIHILATES MY VALUE
ILL BE RIGHT HERE
PRESSING MY COCK AGAINST THE TV SCREEN YOUR LAUGHING INSIDE OF

DONT CUT IT
PUT IT IN THE BACK OF MY MIND
YOULL REGRET IT
FRESH VIRTUE PRAY FOR EYES OF DEPRIVED 
THEIR HUNTING FOR A PLEASURE ONLY MISERY FINDS
PLEASE DONT LEAN ON ME
ITS A HOLY CIRCLE PHONY, WHO IS FRONTIN THE LINE?
ITS YOUR IMAGE IN THE CENTER THAT WAS THERE THE WHOLE TIME
WANNA THROW EM OUT OF MEDITATIVE SELF CONSCIENTIOUS BLINDS
BUT THE CHAIN OF GRAVITY AROUND YOUR NECK EVER BINDS
YOU GOTTA FEEL THE ANGER COURSING DOWN THROUGH YOUR ARMS, GRAB THE CHAIN, READ THE LABEL, MADE BY FACTORY FARMS
YOU GOTTA PULL THE CHAIN BOTH WAYS AND SAY ITS OFF WITH MY HEAD STOP THE PLAYIN AND OBEYIN FUCKING RATHER BE DEAD...

ALL MUSIC WRITTEN, PERFORMED, AND RECORDED BY:

OCEAN WEISGERBER

SAFE SPACE (EP)

Freaks by Timmy Trumpet but it speeds up when they say bass, speakers, trumpet, or freaks

Freaks But It Speeds Up When They Say Bass Speakers Trumpets or Freaks

Sugarhill Gang - Apache (Jump On It) But Everytime They Say 'Jump On It' It Gets Faster

21st Century Schizoid Man but every time it gets progressive it speeds up

this version always goes off in the dance

topper top but every time they say "topper top" it gets faster

Valentin Elizalde-La Papa but everytime they say papa it gets faster

from "The Money Store"
out April 24, 2012 on Epic Records

http://thirdworlds.net



THE FEVER (AYE AYE)
howd you know
cuz i was there
yeah that shit go
came prepared
set it slow rolled
anticipation grow slow
deviated septum blow hole
sugar cane ko ko
aye, aye, pass the dro my way
or no way twenty fo no 25-8
thought you knew
suicide lane
fuck you

grab my crotch, whats my name
been round the block
hangin scumbag slangin
pay dirt cave in
takin no prisoners
no escapin wash brain hook
nothin im sayin
aye, aye, know what im sayin

i got the diamonds, scrapin,
sidin, wastin my life
in altered states dem
back it up, i got the fever

sprayin execution witch fingernails clawin through dem
crawlin through dem
tunnels loosin
touch with everything im doin
aaarrrggghh... mass confusion
cant make more electrocution

half cocked full tilt
rabid dog
filth aarrrggghhh
know what im sayin
fuck it
upside down in a
soft top bucket
screamin
shred it

i got the diamonds, scrapin,
sidin, wastin my life
in altered states dem
back it up, i got the fever

let me off, screeching halt
concussion blinding
not my fault
ankles tied to cinder blocks
aye, aye

by any means necesserated
blade cut me
sewer drain grated
bubonic plague
spreaded faceless
lurking in the deadest spaces
on your knees, black goat anus
christo anti clan of shameless
came ta whip those
into shapeless
here we go, devastated
here we go...

diamonds scrapin the marrow, out my core
whos in the mirror
whos at the door
someones there
wasnt there before
ceiling connected
to the chord
pull it, pull that shit

i got the diamonds, scrapin,
sidin, wastin my life
in altered states dem
back it up, i got the fever

The Fever (Aye Aye)

Death Grips - The Fever (Aye Aye)

Release date April 24, 2012
on Epic Records

http://thirdworlds.net

HUSTLE BONES
give a fuck whatchya heard,
yeah fuck whatchya heard,
fore this real shit kicked your whole click to the curb
what, what... 
but you dont hear me though

run up bitch ta da death get gripped my steeze is ballin out
of control whatchyou know 
'bout bubblin
hustle bones comin out my mouth

(hustle bones comin 
out my mouth)

that hot lic a shot 
never not strapped
wit a glock tongue cocked
run it back
that knock a cop off unconscious molotov
cocktailin sound bomb a snitch
flat line of chalk drawn round the clock too many marks dropped ta count the stiffs

stuck on the fence
how does it feel
it dont make sense
nothing is

that rip you a new one trick im the true one, and only never know me never will no son.. leave ya laid out ta fade out
show a cunt the door 
hit and run
hustle bones comin out my mouth

(hustle bones comin out my mouth)

that can't wait ta blast
blood stained knuckle brass gives a fuck sick wit it flav on
that ex con
hard to da bone
darkness from the zone
mastered and pushed far beyond

eons beyond the line never crossed, by dem punks livin soft while i ride that bomb
dr. strangelove
into the sun 
look no hands megatons
rode like man we can't lose 
no shit, no shit

that hit it till it drip wit 
da blood of the raw way 
it was fore dem forgot
why doin dirt, make slang sound tough gong original 
fuck da wrong way
only one real way to work
that shit out da 
beat street spit
über freaked heat lit
hell flame to your brain 
blood thirst
what what..
run it back, run it

run up bitch ta da death
get gripped 
my steeze is ballin out
of control whatchyou know 
bout bubblin
hustle bones comin out my mouth

(hustle bones comin 
out my mouth)

criminal intent anti-legal ill
theif in da night peel your life back spin the wheel
run it back, run it

Hustle Bones

Death Grips - Hustle Bones

Release date April 24, 2012
on Epic Records

http://thirdworlds.net

HACKER
goin back to Tangier
with some jordans and a spear
post-chrisitan shit 
post chicken or the egg addiction shit
pass the sherm stick
neo-reality
be the freak you wanna see
just dont follow me
im on a journey to 
the center of three
grab your fucking chain and drag you through the bike lane
while everybody's like no

i got this pregnant snake
stay surrounded by long hairs
a plethroa of maniacs 
and spiral stairs
make your water break 
in the apple store
sink or swim, who fucking cares
cut the birth cords
press send
yeah thick
gaga cant handle this shit

headed for the sammy davis wing
throw up a black hole at the entrance of linens n things 
on the way
never call it a day
visit Tesla's grave for the ninth time today
still on the way
bigger wigs

(when you come out 
your shit is gone)
i'm in your area
i know the first three numbers
i'm in
when you come out 
your shit is gone

you'll catch a jpeg to the head
über reach
you're an intern
on wikileaks
most loved therefore most hated
come and knock on the door we've been waiting for you
game changer
reclusive aggressive
yingin and yanging noided
info warrior jack the hacker
the rolling stoner 
profit on disaster

my existence is a 
momentary lapse of reason
got the DNA of gothic lemons
shred it thirteen times
out of eleven
your bad ideas are the ATM
shed my skin
leave it for the homeless 
to sleep it
prodigal, fuck that nautical
teachin bitches how to swim

i'm in your area
i know the first three numbers
i'm in
(teachin bitches how to swim)

now backstroke
through your k-hole
dont run
ya might slip
the table's flipped now we got all the coconuts bitch

burmese babies under each arm
screamin beautiful songs
the cray cray ultra contrarion
havin conversations 
with your car alam
when you come out 
your shit is gone
soon your crew will be servin sandwiches named after me
vietnamese style fool, please
front row at the mass games

untracable by name
you speak of us in certain cicles you will be dethroned or detained
GONE

i'm in your area
i know the first three numbers
i'm in

21st Century Schizoid Man but every time it gets progressive it speeds up

Arik James Manley

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