The Holy Santa Barbara – TINKERBELL [TECHNO REMIX]

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Koki Koki -Tiefbasskommando

102Boyz - Toilette (Monni Hardtekk Vetrsion)

SoCal Girl

BRING WET CUNT / HAMMERHEAD

BRING WET CUNT

Rave On Tekk 2.0

THE BIGGEST

Back On My BS

Ikkimel - BIKINI GRELL (zaza remix)

Bottomless Pit

Ring A Bell

This re-release is for the cassette physical. This album was originally released February 2014 through London’s Dred Collective.

Machine Girl is an astral body that transmits frequencies from the æther to your brain in order to take control of your mind's soul. She currently resides in a human body in New York City, and on weekends, enjoys dismantling the notion of 'self' within her host-body.

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Out By 16, Dead On The Scene

SAGAS DROP SEPTEMBER 11TH NEVER FORGET

[VERSE I: YUNG MARASCHINO]

still got no hoes
so i'm pouring four o's
solo
solo cup double up
3 percs fizzle at the bottom 
if you don't know
hit you when i thrown bones from a pile of skeletons still sitting in my front lawn
drawn to the shadow
call me shadowkhan
crawl to the gallows
now the shadow gone
born with an arrow
sharp with a broken bow
aim it at the fucking battlefront 
ladder climbing up to her window
glass shatters now i'm playing fucking limbo
yeah, i got the cut on my neck
now that bitch wet
only fucking with me when she thinks i'm depressed
told that bitch "bet."
ima fucking jet 
no sweat
ima sip lead
swallow fucking bullets til my lips seep red
ruby been dead

[VERSE II: LIL REMAINS}

yung james jones
sipping on that throwed
mac 11 grip
and my fucking pistol all chrome
i'm fucking bound to bone
bound to the phonk
every day a different day
still getting throwed
middle finer to the hoes
middle finger to the world
umbrella for the tears and the red rain coming down my eyelids 
hate show biz
hate all the fame shit
vanish away like spaceghostpurrp did
either that or blow a hole through my head, shit
cuz things ain't what it is
everything switched
its like i'm watching a movie and i've seen the end
pretend smiles turn to whispers when your body turns
scarecrow bout to burn up in an urn

KILL YOURSELF Part XVI: The Faded Stains Saga

I'M DONE.

Months ago, I had the idea of mixing the normal version of the song "You might think he loves you for your money......" by Death Grips and the metal cover for the song by Anderson Pose, and end result: BRUTAL AF!!!!!!!

Government Plates

Death Grips - You Might Think He Loves You (Overdrive Mix)

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

from The Money Store
out April 24 on Epic Records
http://thirdworlds.net

GET GOT
get get get get
got got got got
blood rush to my 
head lit hot lock
poppin off the 
fuckin block knot
clockin wrist slit 
watch bent thought bot

tail pipe draggin volume blastin bailin out my brain red light flash
dem stop i smash
abraxas, hydroplane, massive
catch this flight flow 
rainin madness
mastered mine and laced 
the ave wit black cat fish tailin waves of stratus
curb right ta far left lane

dont wait for me, if i care
bout anything, anywhere
losin myself, i get the stares
what im lookin at, wasnt there
(wasnt there)

nothin out there
cant stay inside
hit the bar, sleep deprived
who drove the car
im still alive
up in smoke, moon was low
howd you know
didnt say i did
whose is this, you know what this is.. but do you know

get get get get
got got got got
blood rush to my 
head lit hot lock
poppin off the 
fuckin block knot
clockin wrist slit 
watch bent thought bot
fly inside out 
rot dem big shot simp slot shit but a one hit quick stop

so many ways 
ta skin the frame
remember when
first got strange
now i just think it life obey
so what comes next
right away
(right away)

raise the cup, tilt it dry
come black cloud 
cover the sky
tongue through pupil 
of your eye
sickness moves you cant deny
lickin through you mastermind
for mercy man cry

yeah im knowin and 
you know why
nail through mental 
ever dem try
pigeon hole me get crucified
cant clone this edge 
whats it cost
to lose your head
wit out end up lost
should be askin 
wheres the safe
born wit a ski mask
on my face

get get get get
got got got got
blood rush to my 
head lit hot lock
poppin off the 
fuckin block knot
clockin wrist slit 
watch bent thought bot

lycanthropic manic cycles
fire water burnin bibles
wake up ragin call a taxi
take me to the nearest city
cell light up yeah get at me make it quick though blood im busy (get busy)

drilled a hole into my head
pierced the bone and
felt the breeze
lift my thoughts out
dem sick bed
wit a pair of crow
skeleton wings
know nothin since then 
it seems
been floatin through
the nexus threadin dreams

get get get get
got got got got
blood rush to my 
head lit hot lock
poppin off the 
fuckin block knot
clockin wrist slit 
watch bent thought bot


Get Got

Death Grips - Get Got

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)

http://itunes.apple.com/us/preorder/the-money-store/id515506049 pre-order

from "THE MONEY STORE"
out April 24, 2012 on Epic Records
http://thirdworlds.net

I'VE SEEN FOOTAGE
whats that
cant tell
hand held dream
shot in hell
deep space ghetto (streets)
show me somethin 
i aint seen before
mystery hind that 
death door
juke step electrocute the floor
whats the science on 
flyin that high
got a no-no goin, one time

creeps up behind me
over my shoulder
turn around try to see 
but its nowhere
noided, noided
static on my blindside

i seen footage, i stay noided... i seen

everybody’s knowin
where ya think you’re goin ain’t goin nowhere
satelite, handle that
wit a lead pipe

who captures life
who takes whats left who stay
on that next, already know my gillicutti, like i told you...
dont touch me
whats up wit it
i stay noided, stimulation overload account for it
desensitized by the mass amounts of shit

ive seen it, ive been it
cant delete it feels like jail (noided) full moon in da klink shinin dont sleep 
surveillance post my bail

i seen footage, i stay noided... i seen

armored cop open fire glock
on some kid who stepped so 
fast was hard ta grasp
what even happened til you seen dat head blow
off his shoulders in slow mo
rewind that, is so cold
rewind that, is so cold
i seen footage.. i stay noided

juke step wit so much boy rude looseness seem like 
no bones in him skin
(noided) my jaw hit da floor like this real for i gotta see that one mo gin

ambulance hit and run over pedestrian in brazil
little tiger, boy soldier
twist a cap back and kills (noided)

seen crazy shit man crazy shit

i seen footage, i stay noided... i seen

I've Seen Footage

Death Grips - I've Seen Footage

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

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