Death Grips & Clementine Creevy
Death Grips
Death Grips
Death Grips
Death Grips
Death Grips
Death Grips
Death Grips
Death Grips
Death Grips
Death Grips
Death Grips
Death Grips
In true calm-before-the-storm fashion, “Hot Head” pits abrasive noise against luscious synths, and manic shouting against catchy, subdued vocals. The chaos vs. harmony concept is further defined by the shift in Ride’s coherency between the verses and hooks. “Hot Head” lulls and maims, soothes and br...
[Intro]
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Oh no
Blo, blo, blo, blo
Hot head
Clip a hundred doves like a bald head rasta
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Oh no
[Verse 1]
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Oh no
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Hot head, oh no
Clip a hundred doves like a bald head rasta
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Oh no
Blo, blo, blo
Hot head, oh no
Clip a hundred doves like a bald head rasta
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Oh no
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Hot head, oh no
Clip a hundred doves like a bald head rasta
Blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo, blo
Oh no
Blo, blo, blo
Hot head, oh no
Clip a hundred doves like a bald head rasta
Oh no, hot head
[Pre-Chorus]
Raw, no fuckin' filter, crooked needle, hot head
Raw, no fuckin' filter, crooked needle, hot head
[Chorus]
Self-inflicted
What'd you tell them?
I just told 'em hell's existence
But you know me, don't nobody
Know my business
My presence flog your confidence
Who want a brand new complex?
Now on, I'll call you, go fetch
Self-inflicted
What'd you tell them?
I just told 'em hell's existence
But you know me, don't nobody
Know my business
Get used to fetch, I'll shoot, you catch
I snap, you come, I don't call you back
Act natural, my style attack
[Bridge]
Give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up
Dive bomber, dive bomber
Clip a hundred doves like a bald head rasta
Clot of the dot, got a head a piranha
Give it up, give it up, give it up
My...
[Verse 2]
My cobra head draped in mota
Hooded regime like ebola
My cobra head draped in mota
My cobra head draped in mota
My cobra head draped in mota
Hooded regime like ebola
Blink and you're over
Wouldn't shut the fuck up, answered for their behavior
Cleft palate creator
Morgue head forsaker
Phallus cloud, call me vapor
My cobra head draped in ebola
My cobra head draped in mota
My cobra head draped in mota
Hooded regime like ebola
Blink and you're over
Wouldn't shut the fuck up, answered for their behavior
Cleft palate creator
Morgue head forsaker
Phallus cloud, crown me vapor
My cobra head draped in mota
Hooded regime like ebola
Blink and you're over
Wouldn't shut the fuck up, answered for their behavior
Cleft palate creator
Morgue head forsaker
Phallus cloud, crown me vapor
[Pre-Chorus]
Raw, no fuckin' filter, crooked needle, hot head
Raw, no fuckin' filter, crooked needle, hot head
[Chorus]
Self-inflicted
What'd you tell them?
I just told 'em hell's existence
But you know me, don't nobody
Know my business
My presence flog your confidence
Who want a brand new complex?
Now on, I'll call you, go fetch
Self-inflicted
What'd you tell them?
I just told 'em hell's existence
But you know me, don't nobody
Know my business
Best get used to fetch, I'll shoot you, catch
I'll snap, you come, I don't call you back
Act natural, my style attack
Hot Head was produced by Zach Hill & Andy Morin.
Death Grips released Hot Head on Sat Feb 06 2016.
“Mota” is a Mexican slang term for marijuana.