Released: April 25, 2011

Songwriter: Zach Hill MC Ride

Producer: Andy Morin Zach Hill

[Intro: David Bowie]
So softly a supergod dies...

[Verse 1]
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
Useless information occupies every open space inside your skull
You know what's going on every day, every night
Everywhere, swear you're so international
Upside down cross on the Jumbotron
Wait up, hold on
Blowing anthrax off my palms
Say what, you're wrong
Switch stance, face plant
Napalm fire starters
Flatlander, plug puller
Nose dive turbulence chartered
You speak in abbreviations because real life conversation moves too slow
You're the media's creation, yeah, your free will has been taken and you don't know

[Refrain]
Qu-qu-qu-qu-qu-qu-qu
Fuck yourself, choke yourself

[Hook]
Qu-qu-qu-qu-qu-qu-qu
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
Qu-qu-qu
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
You need to vibrate higher—
Qu-qu-qu
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
Qu-qu-qu
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
You need to vibrate higher—

[Verse 2]
Never seen without one hundred
She's a satanic priestess
Anarchy on ice freak flag flying faceless elitist
Crow on the down low end
Reppin' Orion's belt
Atlantis ancient vagina
Getting dusty on the shelf
Enter the pigs don't get it
No hands I'm shattering jaws
Double nickles on the dime
Fuck glam can lick my balls

[Refrain]
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself

[Verse 3]
Whatchya gonna be when you're grown, young blood?
Gonna be a helpless drone
Won't ever have to think
No, your head'll be linked directly to your cell phone
The virus is alive, I can see it in your eyes
The infection is full blown
Qu-qu-qu-qu-qu-qu-qu-qu-qu
Career killer, double-decker packed with suicidal brides
Four-armed fury in a filthy dream about splitting your bitches' thighs
Enters through unknowing eyes
Touch the keys; it's in your mind
Can't delete it and soon you'll find
How bad you need it all the time

[Hook]
Qu-qu-qu
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
Qu-qu-qu
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
You need to vibrate higher—
Qu-qu-qu
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
Qu-qu-qu
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
You need to vibrate higher—

[Verse 4]
Shiva slashin' through your flat screen
Is nowhere for you to hide
Strangled by anaconda thumbs to the soundtrack of world genocide
My thoughts tie knots in silver spoons
Vampire on the rise
Punk a chump with a cunt for brains platoon
In the zone and on the grind
Dead matter disposer from the mountains without peaks
Catch and release
Time released horse capsule swallowed to wake the savage beast
Qu-qu-qu-qu-qu-qu-qu-qu
Keep up or get left behind

[Refrain]
Qu-qu-qu-qu-qu-qu-qu-qu
Culture shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself

[Sub-verse]
Gotta get them outta here now
Infected, act so weird, how'd you get it?
You're pathetic
Qu-qu-qu-qu-qu-qu-qu-qu Quarantine the virus
God law

[Hook]
Qu-qu-qu
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
Qu-qu-qu
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
You need to vibrate higher—
Qu-qu-qu
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself
Qu-qu-qu
Culture shock, future shock
Fuck yourself, choke yourself

[Outro]
You need to vibrate higher so you can capture the opening of the portal that connects this earth of 3D to one earth of 4D or 5D. Going to the—

Death Grips

Death Grips is an experimental multi-genre group from Sacramento, CA, formed in 2010. Their music and live performances consist of vocals from Stefan “MC Ride” Burnett and production from Zach Hill and Andy Morin. On July 2nd, 2014, the band officially announced their disbanding via a note on their Facebook page. However, on October 21, 2015, they announced they ‘might make some more’ music together, and released a new album, Bottomless Pit in 2016. Their latest album, Year of the Snitch, was released in 2018.

The band’s music has been described as punk rock, hip-hop, noise, industrial, and electronic. Their sound ranges from minimalistic and trunk-rattling heaviness (such as on “No Love”), to rapping about dark subjects over heavily distorted samples (like on “I’ve Seen Footage”). They have also released two entirely instrumental albums, Fashion Week and Interview 2016, which feature abrasive and violent electronic beats and some guitars.

Frontman Stefan Burnett’s violent lyrics draw inspiration from a struggle both against himself and against the world at large, focusing on themes of individualism, paranoia, mental illness, drug use, occultism, and the emotionally degenerative nature of modern society.