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DIE SLOW

WE ARE WATER

USA Boys

KING NIGHT

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from "niggas on the moon", featuring björk

the first installment of the double album, "the powers that b"

The Powers That B

Say Hey Kid

Black Quarterback

Billy Not Really

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from "niggas on the moon", featuring björk

the first installment of the double album, "the powers that b"

Up My Sleeves

i wish my former vocalist the best of luck in her future endeavors<3
  this is Edith on vocals


"FRAIL" 
(E.Kath)

If you defray
You end up prey
Glow through the veil
Is this what you call frail

Ignore the edification 
Of those whom you admire
We withhold our blessing
We refuse to calm the fire

Frail
Is this what you call frail
Glow through the veil
Is this what you call frail

Knit her a new pea coat
Drape it past the knee
The sinew has withered
Suture as accessory

Frail
Is this what you call frail
Glow through the veil
Is this what you call frail

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Edith Frances: vocals
Alex Zelenka: engineer
Samuel Jacob: engineer
Patrick Mundy: mix
Brian Gardner: master
Au Vyst: artwork

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Frail

HEALTH -/ NEW COKE (2015)
FROM THE NEW ALBUM DEATH MAGIC
OUT AUGUST 7

WATCH :: http://youtu.be/l3_dedjucgM
DOWNLOAD :: http://www.youwillloveeachother.com/
iTUNES :: http://smarturl.it/NEWCOKE
SPOTIFY :: http://smarturl.it/NEWCOKEsptfy

YOU WILL LOVE EACH OTHER

NEW COKE

from "The Money Store"
out April 24, 2012 on Epic Records

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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

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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

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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

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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

CRIMEWAVE

"NO LOVE DEEP WEB"

Release date: October 01, 2012

1. Come up and get me
2. Lil boy
3. No Love
4. Black dice
5. World of Dogs
6. Lock your doors
7. Whammy
8. Hunger Games
9. Deep Web
10. Stockton
11. Pop
12. Bass rattle stars out the sky
13. Artificial death in the West

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No Love Deep Web

Hunger Games

NLDW on iTunes

Stockton

Bass Rattle Stars Out The Sky

Canon Law - Make The Time (ROUGH MIX)

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Canon Law - Ahhh! (demo)

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