solace remix prod snipe

Misery

terror

chanson de peur

Because the Internet

III. Urn

Giles Corey

Blackest Bile

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

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


DOUBLE HELIX
bangin bones on roland 
jungle rottin
chicken skeletal system bombin
unidentified genre abductor
hit it from the back
formula fucker
hooded executor of 
cookie cutter
cant wait ta pull dat trigger shut gunner

so you really wanna know

cock the hammer 
droppin thunder
double helix stopper under
influence of dat 
head knock what a
o fuckin g, whata uh
o fuckin g, fuck it up
bitch you dont know me
run it blood ride reel ta reel low key
hows it feel, feel, feel, easy
make it bloody, make it bloody
aint really nothin else 
i see any more
gone in the cause 
im bleeding for

(so you really wanna know how i freak it)
double helix

live in a trance cant see you
dont want to anyway anywhere
whatd you say forgot you were even there
head float astray,
clear the air
be back when you think im gone
blue jay way, dont belong
double helix phoenix 
from beyond

rorschach ink blot 
in the street
skid row mark 
show me the beast
im the lust, you cant hide
that balled up, fist gut inside
strapped ta, suicide
missions set off
with so much pride
you can see it
in a dead mans eyes
so you really wanna know...
no maps wit directions
no answers, just questions
second guessing everything you swore was so cant
tell you what ta do
but i'll tell you why i threw
all the rules out da window
and took an oath to be true
wit da one and only view
a man can ever truly know (know)

been there and back
'nuff tracks i am
the rail to the road 
we run like scam
drop it on the one
and its on like damn
well i never thought
uh huh, oh yeah
like i didnt know
wake up young blood
aint nobody sleepin 
and they never was
off the cliff in a blur of black blood and hoodou hexin guts i thought you heard dem ghetto birds hollarin everytime i bust 
swallow it down and lap it up cant do that, im a have ta cut
double...

(so you really wanna know)
double helix

chanson de peur

timmy da real one

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