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

Death Grips - Exmilitary - 1 - Beware

Death Grips - Exmilitary - 2 - Guillotine

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

Death Grips - Exmilitary - 4 - Lord of the Game (ft. Mexican Girl)

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

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


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

Double Helix

Death Grips - Double Helix

Release date April 24, 2012
on Epic Records

http://thirdworlds.net


SYSTEM BLOWER
yeah we came to blow your system
you know what im sayin
kill it or die
braggin about how you 
had it all dialed
well whats up now
when your shit is

how im comin, why im slingin
where im from and what im bringin
tell your cousins best stop sleepin cuz im bustin for no reason at random murder
killing season

but no one heard me
cold blood creepin
full tilt swervin
through your bleedin
system burnin to its knees and
beggin for mercy while im leanin
hard ta da left
and clockin a gripsin da death pockets of da head knock rhythym

system blower system over


yeah we came to blow your system
you know what im sayin 
kill it or die
braggin about how you 
had it all dialed
well whats up now 
when your shit is

stupid dopefiend beat low hung blood spray all over 
da death stomp drums
scum worshipping
speaker ripping
pun2k weight holding heretics
boundary reapin
frequency freakin
out till we're like that track sound so sick

system blower

got heads jumpin out their skin
talkin 'bout comon
death grip me again
no need to wonder if 
its gonna crack
hell no you can bet
we're fit ta burn the 
house to da ground
soon as the sound gets checked
system blower

yeah we came to blow your system
you know what im sayin 
kill it or die
braggin about how you 
had it all dialed
well whats up now 
when your shit is

yeah trick go fetch my whip
gotta let a mark know 
who hes fuckin wit
ruthlessly skin a chump 
just for kicks
cant fuck wit dis 
sadomaso-kiss my fist
suck my dick, its not cool
im too sick, what time is it
system blower, systems over

deep in da klink base
cut straight to da chase
like a triple shot of 180 proof
kill-o-watts riots audio violence
breaks your windows and
takes all da loot

system blower, systems over

silver coin on your eyes 
forever closed
raise the dead
how long i been tired of that old
cant nod my head

shit is over 
system blower


System Blower

Death Grips - System Blower

Release date April 24, 2012
on Epic Records

http://thirdworlds.net

PUNK WEIGHT
hot shit, cold shit
ok muthafucka lets do this
came ta make it band sawed off razor edge maintained looseness
comin through, again and again conduit
why dem hands wave to 
high to it
wild fire through your city
wild fire through your whip me
into lightning two 
k'nt hit three
strikes dug out dated 
fools no dig me
end beat limbo, baba spitting
blood in slow mo, la la chimney

warholian nightmare
storm the gates
25 8, twelve gauge pun2k weight

(25 8 pun2k weight out yo flesh)

stick and move, leave no proof
discard directly after use
forensics on that wild goose
follow my footprints into loops

cuz im too high, too high
feel like im never ever 
gonna come down
scale richtor pun2k weight 
of dis sound

down break dead space 
and make it drop
ta da street beneath 
your ghetto box
slap da beat till the 
floor boards crack
neath da weight of dis lic, step back

off in the rhythm like 
beta in the bong
got ta givem makem 
sway like palms
in da wind my lip blow 
mic spray kyrlon
25 8 til da break of dawn

(war war)

guerilla bass, straight from the trenches, posers impaled on picket fences... how ta rest your head in roach infested basements and smoke pun2k weight for breakfast... 
chop shop lifted bump til da tape deck break, ask samo how he flipped that material girls pancakes.. as zydeco copper kettles

liquor sto, sellin singles
mug shots out, to my people
rollin i double l spread eagle
hear flow dan spit EVIL

(25 8 pun2k weight out yo flesh)

Punk Weight

Death Grips - Punk Weight

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

Hacker

Death Grips - Hacker

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