Death Grips

Released: February 7, 2012

Songwriter: Zach Hill MC Ride

Producer: Andy Morin Zach Hill

[Intro & Background]
(Always keep my)
(Always keep my)
(Always keep my)
(Always keep my)

[Verse 1]
How I ride, why I ride, never really had to try
I, I, I ... eeuuhh
Never mind that (Blackjack)
Needle to the mainline junk prepared in a head that
Never came up for air
Fallin' apart, can't 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

[Refrain]
(Can't do a thing but fold)
Yeah watch that
(Can't do a thing but fold)
Yeah watch that
(Can't do a thing but fold)
Yeah watch that
Can't do a thing ... (Blackjack)

[Bridge]
Comin' from that hit me until
Twenty one makes
Your chips mine
Black jack don't trip
You got the bill
Twenty one shots to your grill

[Verse 2]
Bow down or die everytime
I slap them things
Flat black chains rattlin'
Shawshank the box
Can't be contained
Man came to pick the lock
Empty the vault
And leave no trace
Sleep don't wake
Hit 'em low and keep rollin' to the beat no breaks
Slow it down then accelerate
To hell it's 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 what's up
Straight
How the fuck is that?
(Blackjack)
You know what's up
Straight

[Chorus]
But don't forget to watch this
Tongue push bankroll off my lips
Who the hell are you legit?
What the fuck you think, man? Shit
(Blackjack)
(Always keep my)

[Verse 3]
No need to count the deck
I own it
Drop that
Lead chin check
To your dome it's on black
Respect me zone or get caught back-handed
Leather strap hit you so hard knocked flat
Broke by a bloke with that golden contact
Glove hold the smoke
Of most high fire bon tap tap
(Can't do a thing but fold)
Yeah, watch that

[Refrain]
(Can't do a thing but fold)
Yeah watch that
(Can't do a thing but fold)
Yeah watch that
(Can't do a thing but fold)
Yeah watch that
Can't do a thing ... blackjack

[Chorus]
But don't forget to watch this
Tongue push bankroll off my lips
Who the hell are you legit?
What the fuck you think, man? Shit
(Blackjack)
(Always keep my)

[Outro]
You know what's up
Straight
How the fuck is that?
(Blackjack)
Blackjack, don't trip you got the bill
Twenty one shots to your grill

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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