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

Death Grips - Exmilitary - 1 - Beware

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

SPILL YOUR TIME

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 on Epic Records
http://thirdworlds.net

LOST BOYS
(lost boys)
other side of da tracks
scuzz outsiders 
nothin ta loose
strike of midnighters
lost paradisers
true black and blues
no shoes, flat tires
broke out da pen
blood on barbed wire
safe in your home
gated zone terrorizers
nowhere ta go
far as i can get hitchhikers
(lost boys)

fuck a job might have ta rob
a dont know just ta get by word
on the road for lifers
bullets in the fire
check the chain link 
swayze im slummin
let em know who da fuck we are
low and dirty lost boys
comin out the cuts 
like your favorite scar

crawlin on tile, cant stand up
been a while, kommodo gut
how ta take it
how ta give a fuck
how ta live wit pain
how ta get yo cut
how longs this been goin on
man shit no way ta tell too far gone go get those flames from hell bring em here
dont trip no

ill handle this
on some scandalous 
inland empire los angeles
anti ego propaganda shit
yeah, yeah, yeah...

whos comin up
whos loosin ground
2012 im shady now, running game on every thang in town
its such a long way down

brown paper baggin asphalt scrapin all talk no action, what im waitin
weak tongue waggin
stray dog beggin
like dont hurt me
yeah right, im sayin

beware you have been warned, the barrels still warm, ease up off that lip or step
how quick a bitch fit ta get checked mate
one false move’ll get ya 
set straight
yeah, yeah, yeah...

its such a long way down

oh yeah yeah
(ride through the sky of black mist)

Lost Boys

Death Grips - Lost Boys

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

THE CAGE
(i say kill it like ya
you say hate it
kill it like ya hate it
kill it like ya hate it
i say arrrgghh you say cant take it
i cant take it i cant take it)

fuck you starin at, didnt know i'd be so quick ta flash, terrified by da way a bassilisk come out him skin so fast
not the first wont be the last
barrel of my gun down the hatch 187 deep throat chokin eat dis fourty-four magnum dic

murder the bar raiser, inverted cross fader, ash lung blastin bum rush balls to da wall
bitch slayer
rainin blood, burnin paper
a j acksons catchin vapors
fuck this cage 
i'll thrash you later

(i say kill it like ya, you say hate it)

step to me wit dat bullshit
like i dont know 
what you're doin
talkin fast lookin shady
you cant fade mekeep it movin

hopes that
mo cash will help you cope
sorry ta tell ya.. but it won't
how do i get out then? you dont

cant keep this locked down
fuck that
watch me now, fit da crush that
hit it once knock it down and im done can't.. stop this break out get it come back.. underground railroad
gunclaps ta sound
of sirens screamin
count on it im leavin

(i say kill it like ya, you say hate it)

yeah i got that man fa show but tell em why you had ta get em though
(get em)
cuz the beat bangs, cuz we came
ta flip da oz out 
your sleep train
when the smoke clears
who remains
this right here, why we claim
outtanowhere, for keeps game
dont go there
this tha real thing
(get em)
bord the plane
they're watchin me
bullshit stains
what they want from me
fuck that man, my philosophy
dont take a goddamn thing
voice in my head
kill everything
startin wit dis asshole 
right next to me
get em, get em, cuz i had to get em though

The Cage

Death Grips - The Cage

Release date April 24, 2012
on Epic Records

http://thirdworlds.net

BITCH PLEASE
who wanna catch dis
bitch please, you must be smokin rocks
real shit for my people
and it just dont
fucker please you must be smokin rocks
real shit for my people 
and it just dont

drop it like ... oh yeah
thats so trashy
how low can you go, 
how dirty can you get.. nasty fucker
drug through the dirt
razor cut that eight milimeter make it hurt
chain sleaze leather face
fucker please, you must be smokin rocks
kill it, kill it, 
kill it, kill it
hit it, fuck it, feel it, whip it, burn it, turn it out and kick it to da curb
shut it down
forged in the flames, said it before and ill say it again... quazar game maximum vacuum rotation spin s-s-s

(bitch please)

when shit goes down 
ill be there
wit my hand on my gun, and my eyes on the road ghost ridin ta hell fuck if i care... who wanna catch my droze
give a fuck blood 
i aint goin nowhere
templar night and day, live an die by the code, code of the street, how ta stay in the zone, how i own it and freak it to da base of da bone

i am the darkness creeping through your system
the lash of da whip
cracking every bitch 
into position
workin ya over crashing and burning in a blackhole blasting out, your subwoofers are melting.. hear a bitch say why's he yelling

who wanna catch dis gun clap, shrapnel off me lip 
cause blood bath

(bitch please)

cuz i run this lik 
like dogtown ripped
that raw shit like none other
low down dirty shit 
shot off this hip
death grips, mothafucka

please, you must be 
smokin rocks
real shit for my people
and it just dont

Bitch Please

Death Grips - Bitch Please

https://thecaretaker.bandcamp.com/
"EVERYWHERE, AN EMPTY BLISS 
------------------------------------------------ 

*AVAILABLE FOR DOWNLOAD ONLY UNTIL JUNE 16th, 2019. 

Work on 'Everywhere, at the end of time' was all consuming 
as you can imagine. All work and no play, all work and no play. 

In celebration of its completion and only for a limited time* 
here is a surprise golden farewell. 

Compliments of the house. 

Offering you one last chance to raise a charged glass for 
those we lost along the way, for all the works, for those ghosts 
from our past, for our uncertain future and for The Caretaker. 

You are of course welcome to purchase me a drink if you find 
this work to be of personal value. 

As the old saying goes "I'm the type of guy who likes to know 
who's buying their drinks, Lloyd." 

Thanks eternally for your support. 

C'est fini. 

**** 

Audio remembered and disfigured by The Caretaker. 
Compiled from unreleased archival works by Leyland Kirby. 
Cover artwork by Ivan Seal. 
Aural mastering by Stephan Mathieu at Schwebung. 
Released on History Always Favours The Winners. 

An altered Edition will appear on Compact-Disc which is 
included in the catalogue for The Caretaker and Ivan Seal 
exhibition at FRAC Auvergne in Clermont-Ferrand, France. 
Running from April the 7th until the 16th of June, 2019. 
www.frac-auvergne.fr/evenement/programmation-2019/ 

The book will be available on April 7th from FRAC and Boomkat. 
Proceeds from book sales goes to FRAC Auvergne. 

****  
credits
released February 26, 2019 
license
all rights reserved "

taken from his band camp page

Everywhere, an empty bliss

And bliss everywhere bliss

Entanglement synapse ache

Instrumental hip-hop artist that drops as often as planetary alignments.

/// I won't be uploading much because I'm not interested in buying SoundCloud Pro.

end

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