D E A T H G R I P S

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)

Death Grips - Exmilitary - 7 - Klink

Death Grips - Exmilitary - 8 - Culture Shock

Death Grips - Exmilitary - 10 - Thru the Walls

Death Grips - Exmilitary - 11 - Known for it

Death Grips - Exmilitary - 12 - I Want it I need it (Death Heated)

Death Grips - Exmilitary - 13 - Blood Creepin

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 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

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)

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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

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

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