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Next (interlude)

Grits
Dichotomy B01:272004
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<p>I&#x27;ve told you that I&#x27;m Lightning-<br/>But you keep hanging around<br/>If Lightning ever catches you<br/>(All right)<br/>He&#x27;s got to put you down<br/>(All night)<br/>About six feet<span><br/><br/>We bring this for the ones who fiend to see the truth taken back in pain<br/>The weakness of this scene of fucks who lack the nuts to claim<br/>The streets from which that real shit comes to put you up on game<br/>What&#x27;s your name? Check it, bitch, it&#x27;s Death Grips<span><br/>Gutter rappin&#x27;, anti-sleepin&#x27;, no half-steppin&#x27;<br/>Low life creepin&#x27;, high-def freakin&#x27;<span> detonation<br/>Set it off, no hesitation, audio invasion<span><br/>But fuck that, can&#x27;t thrust that to a beam, that shit had to go<br/>Machine that lick and let &#x27;em blow like cream, black<br/>It&#x27;s the magic host self-ream tactic<br/>What the fuck? I mean that shit<br/>(All night)<br/>(Ride through your sk-sk-sk-)<br/>Executors of that next shit<span><br/>Nest eye to the left shit<br/>That melt your face<span><br/>Till your bloody neck gets ripped headless<br/>Death Grips!<br/>Bow down and take this what you get bitch<span><br/>Rest in bits as I pace up and down the low end of the bass<br/>Stomping rounds, automatic fire sounds in your face<br/>Rip them fakes out their flesh<br/>Come test this, get this straight, no escape<br/>Rigor mortis, dead weight<span><br/>Strung up and hung by hell-tensity drum<span><br/>Bitch slap negative space<span><br/>You thought that it makes through a cut<br/>That bit only info can create<span><br/>To properly uno, dos, trés<br/>(Death Grips)<br/>Ride through your sk-sk-sk-skull<br/><br/>Took hit to the face<span><br/>Dead weight off the hook, don&#x27;t hate<span><br/>Shook out your footsteps and put back in your place<br/>(All night)<br/>Triple X heat the rain in which we move<br/>While they choose to get used everyday<span><br/>Running highs you might break if their own reek of fear<br/>Why you wish we were here<span><br/>While I say, &quot;Get the fuck out my way&quot;<br/>Fit to get cut by fist gut if you stay<br/>Thought you was on top, but not no more<br/>That&#x27;s right, whore, we&#x27;re fucking you<br/>(All right)<br/>Fucking you<br/>Thought you knew we had shit locked to the beat street don&#x27;t stop<br/>Licking shots for the old school freaks doing the robot<br/>Hear this devil spit next lower heat blowin&#x27; up yo&#x27; spot<span><br/>Fear high drop to your knees, trick, you know what we want<span><br/>That&#x27;s right, bitch, best believe this that shit you forgot<br/>Ever was, but it is through my blood, need that fix<span><br/>(All night)<br/>Gotta catch that but lead off that high head row<br/>Give me the mic and step back, cuz<br/>Need to rip that, watch me bust<span><br/>Where you going? Not knowing till we get there<span><br/>Back up off of it<br/>The sword what you&#x27;re holding till you get well<br/>Have to hit &#x27;em off with all you know and got that gold that make it cracked again<br/>Control this while I hold this enema death they set my casket in<br/>Growing like oceans of electric sex, can&#x27;t get past this shit<br/>Spiraling too much, on like king of the cleaners liquid acid trip<br/>What&#x27;s up with that next shit?<br/>It&#x27;s Death Grips<span><br/><br/>Illegal spit fire bum rushing you&#x27;re tired as fuck<br/>Give it up, I&#x27;m here, look, don&#x27;t touch why<br/>We&#x27;re done and whip that, fuck you<br/>I&#x27;ll cut you, don&#x27;t try it, can&#x27;t deny it<br/>Cracks off every time that you bite it<br/>Try to fuck when I don&#x27;t buy it<br/><br/>What&#x27;s up with that next shit?<br/>Yeah! It&#x27;s Death Grips<span><br/><br/>Try to board this train like<br/>&quot;What&#x27;s your name?&quot; Check it, bitch<br/>Jack the rip in a brain<br/>That&#x27;s just shrunken head trip<span><br/>What&#x27;s your name? Tic-tacking<br/>J-just status<br/>(Death Grips)<br/><br/>Nuclear fallout flesh and fire in the hole<br/>Death Grips is some thrash, it goes right through your sk-sk-sk-skull<span><br/>(Told you that I&#x27;m lightning<br/>Told you that I&#x27;m lightning)<span>

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Next (interlude) es una canción de Grits incluida en el álbum Dichotomy B, publicado en 2004. Tiene una duración de 01:27. Puedes escucharla online gratis dentro del catálogo de música cristiana de Sionfy y consultar su letra en esta misma página.