Death Grips
Death Grips
Death Grips
Death Grips
Death Grips
Death Grips
Death Grips
Death Grips
Death Grips
Death Grips
Death Grips
Death Grips
Death Grips
“Black Dice” is a song about the power to invoke nuclear war, and the fragility with which it is averted. Much like the gambling metaphor employed in Kubrick’s Dr. Strangelove – at a moments notice, the ominous black dice may come up against our favor, and submerge the world into a nuclear holocaust...
[Refrain]
Feel me now
[Verse 1]
My forefinger flippin' pentagrams
Left hand catch them pix by them peak facin' south
Pinhole pic of my wingspan, jail breakin' doubt
Highest vibration, ninth ring of fire crowned
War cry feel my call, hear my chamber revolve
In your brain like the halls of Amenti
Treat a bitch like a whore
Leave your pink sock at the door
Saturn level flexed
Like these fractals, I coalesce
I'm not takin' this shit anymore
One way in, come again, one way in, no way out
Cheek in tongue when in doubt, feel me now
Violators, feed 'em vapors, don't do me no favors
[Refrain]
Feel me now
[Verse 2]
Drop top changaa flow go boom boom off my rockers
Rollin' doom bumbata choppers
See me through spot light cherry
Fog like Nunhead, no teeth Mary
Don't carry on
Don't where are we how far along
Me care not dare not key my brom
My life on a limb about to break
I'm a tower 'pon tectonic plate
[Refrain]
Feel me now
Feel me now
[Verse 3]
Why you think I'm havin' everything you're rimmin' ass for ask 'em
Whose ass they're rimmin' when I'm flaggin'
Load your cannon, shutter flash heavy damage
Steady hand shit, forget me, you can't bitch
Slappin' click-clack tricks stretch please
My sleeves plastic, can't breath in this atmos'
Fuck atlas, my ego palms planets
Fuck you, yeah, yeah, it's that fuck you can't stand slip
Cut you 'cause I can dip
[Refrain]
Feel me now
[Verse 4]
I'm the man who press that button
Sweaty palm get caught bluffin'
Fold a man into nothin' for nothin'
My oxidized gold shaft floods your jugular with Lucifer
I'll shoot it word, feel like you swallowed Jupiter
Today your city, tomorrow lifting the universe
One way in, come again, one way in, no way out
Cheek in tongue when in doubt
Feel me now
Black Dice was produced by Andy Morin & Zach Hill.
Death Grips released Black Dice on Mon Oct 01 2012.