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Song «Hacker» von Death Grips.
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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 2012 04 24 (album)
Label: Epic 88691963512
Songwriter Death Grips
Produktion: Zach Hill & Andy Morin
Genre: Post-Millennial-Music - Digital-Underground - Underground-Hip-Hop, Post-Millennial-Music - Digital-Underground - New-York-New-Wave
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Death Grips
Death Grips
Zach Hill
Andy Morin
Lyrics
[Intro] Hey, no ins and outs You come out, your shit is gone, bitch [Verse 1] Goin' back to Tangier with some Jordans and a spear Post-Christian shit, post-chicken-or-the-egg-addiction shit Pass the sherm stick, Neo-reality Be the freak you wanna see, just don't follow me I'm on a journey to the center of three Grab your fucking chain and drag you through the bike lane While everybody's like (Nooooo!) I got this pregnant snake; stay surrounded by long hairs A plethora of maniacs and spiral stairs Make your water break in the Apple Store Sink or swim, who fucking cares, cut the birth cords Press send, yeah, thick Gaga can't handle this shit, headed for the Sammy Davis wing Throw up a black hole at the entrance of Linens-n-Things On the way, never call it a day Visit Tesla's grave for the ninth time today Still on the way, bigger wigs [Bridge 1] When you come out, your shit is gone When you come out, your shit is gone When you come out, your shit is gone When you come out, your shit is gone [Chorus] I'm in your area, I'm in your area I'm in your area, I'm in your area I know the first three numbers, I'm in— I know the first three numbers, I'm in— I'm in your area, I'm in your area I'm in your area, I'm in your area I know the first three numbers, I'm in— I know the first three numbers, I'm in— [Bridge 1] When you come out, your shit is gone When you come out, your shit is gone (I'm in—) When you come out, your shit is gone When you come out, your shit is gone [Verse 2] You'll catch a jpeg to the head, über reach You're an intern, I'm Wikileaks Most loved, therefore most hated Come and knock on the door, we've been waiting for you Game changer, reclusive-aggressive Ying-ing and yang-ing, noided Info warrior, Jack the Hacker The rolling stoner, puffin' on disaster My existence is a momentary lapse of reason Got the DNA of gothic lemons Shred it thirteen times out of eleven Your bad ideas are the ATM, shed my skin Leave it for the homeless to sleep in Prodigal, fuck that, nautical Teachin' bitches how to swim (I'm in—) [Chorus] I'm in your area, I'm in your area I'm in your area, I'm in your area I know the first three numbers, I'm in— I know the first three numbers, I'm in— I'm in your area, I'm in your area I'm in your area, I'm in your area I know the first three numbers, I'm in— I know the first three numbers, I'm in— [Bridge 2] Teachin' bitches how to swim Teachin' bitches how to swim (I'm in—) Teachin' bitches how to swim Teachin' bitches how to swim Now backstroke, through your k-hole Don't run, you might slip The table's flipped, now we got all the coconuts, bitch [Verse 3] Burmese babies under each arm Screaming beautiful songs The cray-cray ultra-contrarian Havin' conversations with your car alarm When you come out, your shit is gone Soon your crew will be serving sandwiches named after me Vietnamese style, fool, please Front row at the mass games, untraceable by name You speak of us in certain circles, you will be dethroned or detained [Bridge 3] Gone, gone Your shit is gone, gone When you come out, your shit is gone [Chorus] I'm in your area, I'm in your area I'm in your area, I'm in your area I know the first three numbers, I'm in— I know the first three numbers, I'm in— I'm in your area, I'm in your area I'm in your area, I'm in your area I know the first three numbers, I'm in— I know the first three numbers