Death Grips

Released: April 14, 2012

Songwriter: Zach Hill MC Ride

Producer: Zach Hill Andy Morin

[Intro]
Who wanna catch this?
Who wanna catch this?

[Hook]
Bitch please, you must be smokin' rocks
Real shit for my people
And it just don't
Fucker please, you must be smokin' rocks
Real shit for my people
And it just don't

[Verse 1]
Drop it like-
Oh yeah, that's so trashy
How low can you go?
How dirty can you get? Nasty, fucker
Drug through the dirt
Razor cut that eight millimeter make it hurt
Chain sleaze leather face
Fucker please, you must be smokin' rocks
Whip it
Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it
Hit it, fuck it, feel it, whip it, burn it, turn it out and kick it to da curb
Shut it down
Forged in the flames, said it before and I'll say it again
Quazar game maximum vacuum rotation spin s-s-s

[Hook]
Bitch please, you must be smokin' rocks
Real shit for my people
And it just don't
Fucker please, you must be smokin' rocks
Real shit for my people
And it just don't

[Verse 2]
When shit goes down I'll be there
With my hand on my gun, and my eyes on the road
Ghost ridin' to hell, fuck if I care
Who wanna catch my droze?
Give a fuck, blood, I ain't goin' nowhere
Templar night and day, live an die by the code
Code of the street, how to stay in the zone
How I own it and freak it to the base of the bone
I am the darkness creeping through your system
The lash of da whip
Cracking every bitch
Into position
Workin' you over crashing and burning in a blackhole blasting out
Your subwoofers are melting
Hear a bitch say, "Why's he yelling?"

[Bridge]
Who wanna catch this gun clap?
Shrapnel off me lip cause blood bath

[Hook]
Bitch please, you must be smokin' rocks
Real shit for my people
And it just don't (Who wanna catch)
Fucker please, you must be smokin rocks
Real shit for my people
And it just don't (Who wanna catch)

[Verse 3]
Cause I run this lik
Like dogtown ripped
That raw shit like none other
Low down dirty shit
Shot off this hip
Death Grips, mothafucka

[Outro]
Please, you must be
Smokin' rocks
Real shit for my people
And it just don't stop
Bitch, please

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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