Death Grips

Released: April 14, 2012

Songwriter: Zach Hill MC Ride

Producer: Andy Morin Zach Hill

[Sample from Chebba Wassila - Hwa Heda]
الڭناوي بان علامو، الذبيحة في باب مقامو، يا سيادي تفاجي الهوال
الڭناوي بان علامو، الذبيحة في باب مقامو، يا سيادي تفاجي الهوال
الڭناوي بان علامو، الذبيحة في باب مقامو، يا سيادي تفاجي الهوال
الڭناوي بان علامو، الذبيحة في باب مقامو، يا سيادي تفاجي الهوال
الڭناوي بان علامو، الذبيحة في باب مقامو، يا سيادي تفاجي الهوال
الڭناوي بان علامو، الذبيحة في باب مقامو، يا سيادي تفاجي الهوال
الڭناوي بان علامو، الذبيحة في باب مقامو، يا سيادي تفاجي الهوال
الڭناوي بان علامو، الذبيحة في باب مقامو، يا سيادي تفاجي الهوال

[Verse 1]
Hot shit, cold shit
Okay, muthafucka, let's do this
Came to make it band sawed off razor edge maintained looseness
Comin' through, again and again conduit
Why them hands wave to
High to it
Wild fire through your city
Wild fire through your whip me
Into lightning two
K'nt hit three
Strikes dug out dated
Fools no dig me
End beat limbo, baba spitting
Blood in slow mo, la la chimney
Warholian nightmare
Storm the gates
25-8, twelve gauge punk weight

[Hook]
25-8 punk weight
25-8 punk weight
25-8 punk weight
Out yo flesh
Out yo flesh
Out yo-
25-8 punk weight
25-8 punk weight
25-8 punk weight
Out yo flesh
Out yo flesh
Out yo-

[Verse 2]
Stick and move, leave no proof
Discard directly after use
Forensics on that wild goose
Follow my footprints into loops
(Cause I'm too high, too high)
Cause I'm too high, too high
Feel like I'm never ever gonna come down
(Scale richter punk weight
Of dis sound)
Scale richter punk weight
Of dis sound
Down break dead space
And make it drop
To the street beneath
Your ghetto box
Slap the beat 'til the
Floor boards crack
'Neath the weight of this lic, step back
Off in the rhythm like
Beta in the bong
Got to give 'em make 'em
Sway like palms
In the wind my lip blow
Mic spray kyrlon
25-8 till the break of dawn

[Bridge]
War, war

[Verse 3]
Guerilla bass, straight from the trenches
Posers impaled on picket fences
How to rest your head in roach-infested basements and smoke punk weight for breakfast
Chop shop lifted, bump till the tape deck break
Ask samo how he flipped that material girl's pancakes as zydeco copper kettles
Liquor sto', sellin' singles
Mug shots out, to my people
Rollin' I double l spread eagle
Hear flow, then spit evil

[Hook]
25-8 punk weight
25-8 punk weight
25-8 punk weight
Out yo flesh
Out yo flesh
Out yo-
25-8 punk weight
25-8 punk weight
25-8 punk weight
Out yo flesh
Out yo flesh
Out yo-

[Outro]
War, war

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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