Death Grips

Released: June 8, 2014

Songwriter: MC Ride

Producer: Andy Morin Zach Hill

[Verse 1]
I'm so black quarterback, throw off this app by his badge
Blare my organ for juice, pipes spike blonde kinks on my boots
Approach me licking his fur, whining, "I demand a word"
Swine must be all the way hatched, hella yolk raining down his chest
Clucking so fucking hard, glance heartbeat through his vest
So I'm like, "Go ahead, blood," but my mind's on my wrist
Five minutes pass, I'm-a have to make you my piss
Gimp just kept shaking so I had to braid him like this
Comfort over freedom, pave a path of leisure, have it all
Freedom over comfort, give you back so much leisure, feel small
Xeroxed man dressed in gauze, spider silk, and menopause
Mustache showered with applause, squished out packets like taco sauce
Gather crowd, laugh it off, Mr. Zogged by your boss

[Chorus]
I'm so black quarterback, air it out, albino
Black quarterback in all black, he's so white, no
I'm so black quarterback in all black, albino

[Refrain & Background]
Heady baby, Eddie's crazy, cadabra, abrogate need
To blut, bank on absolutely, to blut, bank on absolutely

[Bridge 1]
Bad ass Betty, maiden bb, in over our heads and sinking
Autobahning Wonder Stevie, faster comrade winking

[Refrain 2]
Black quarterback
Black quarterback in all black

[Verse 2]
Dangling out the- waning in the- (Black quarterback)
Kicked under the- vague it on the-
Me versus the- losing to the- (Black quarterback in all black)
Cackling like the- crackling through the-
Cool despite the- abusing the-
Lunar as the- space between the-
Fucked beyond the- Eddie as the head that wears us out-

[Chorus]
I'm so black quarterback, air it out, albino
Black quarterback in all black, he's so white, no
I'm so black quarterback in all black, albino
Black quarterback in all black, he's so white, no
I'm so black quarterback

[Refrain 1 & Background]
Heady baby, Eddie's crazy, cadabra, abrogate need
To blut, bank on absolutely, to blut, bank on absolutely

[Bridge 2]
You call this speeding, turn the door off, we're leaving
Meet you in our next fetus, Romulus and Remus

[Refrain 2]
Black quarterback
Black quarterback in all black
Black quarterback
Black quarterback in all black

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.

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