Blood Creepin

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OOOO OOAAAAHHH WOOOOAH OOOO WOOOAAAH OOOO OOOAAH. PASS THAT SHIT

Up until this point, I thought he was saying, "Bounce that shit!" But nah man, ride be smokin' drugs

Then me thought twas BLAST THAT SHIT

I did think that for ages. Then it was back to "Bounce that shit! Oil man!" or something like that.

I see a lot of weoples say that the song is "too much, even for Death Grips." They argue that it's over the top and not well done. I couldn't disagree any any more. The loudness of that song is great and the "OH WOAH OO WOAH OO OH" is mesmerizing. Also whatever slight distortion that put on Ride's voice sounds really good to me.

Awesome

Great track, but what makes it amazing for me is the outro - that drum tambor, samples and distorted bass is awesome.

Has ye ever noticed that the kick in that section is way off kilter with the rest of the rhythm? Yet somehow Andy makes it all snap into place. Somedays I just NOPE DOPE It's just too noisy for me, and the instrumental feels kind of weird, as if it's not hard enough for the vocals.

Nah, I think to my thinking self, critically I realise, ye's have gotta have a jungle (not the genre) sounding beat with Ride trying to sound like Tarzan with those screams.

I'd say that Blood Creepin has the hardest instrumental on all of Ex Mil. Something about it just sounds off to me, I like the instrumental but I don't think they mix well with the vocals. Just my opinion, I still like the track but it's my least favourite on the album.

Yeah, agree. I'm listening to the Exmilitary a lot lately and it became my favorite DG album. Love everything about that shit.

Other Shit

I also think that Klink and Culture Shock are other 2 underappreciated songs by them. What's even more under-appreciated (from what I've seen) is the sequence from Culture Shock, to 5D, to Thru the Walls. It's godly.

WELL THEY ALWAYS WANNA HASSLE ME, PIGS ALL UP ON MY NUTS. Then Blood Creepin is fantastic. Andy Morin doesn't get enough credit for his work on exmilitary

Stefan is wrecked on this one hahaha. Whenever i'm this fucked up, drunken monkey through the cuts, WHO GIVES A FUCK.

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Lyrical Symptoms

Pass that shit

[Verse 1]
Hold on man
Park the car
I have no idea where we are
Think we may have drove too far
Yeah I can see they're right behind us
But there's nothing we can do
We can't get caught slipping, get off that shit and just be cool
They're on to us
But don't look now
They think they're 'bout to take us down
Fuck that, I'm not going out

Pass that shit

[Verse 2]
At the next corner, turn left
It's time to handle this
Nowhere to go don't trip
Have no time for that pussy sh-- AGH
In a minute it'll all be finished
What you don't think I speak the truth
You think I could just be sittin' here
Listenin' to Sonic Youth
Anywhere when they try to ride
On you thinking I'm gone
I'll creep up on 'em from behind
And break 'em off one by one
In the time it takes you to blink your eyes
Shit'll already be done
But just in case anything goes wrong
Keep your right hand on your-

So when they step up out the car
Yeah, I know this sounds bizarre
But now I remember where we are
Do what I say and you'll be fine
To the left of the off ramp, in the shade
Under the highway, digging graves
Blood creepin' while you're sleepin', steady creepin'
Blood creepin'

[Verse 3]
Shake the bottle what's it hold
How many have I already sold
Hope not too much cause I feel insane
Need more than one to numb the pain
Slithering through my brain
Thoughts stuck on that train
Off the track and up in flames
Fuck it, I'll swallow these blue ones
Yeah, and maybe this big one
And I might as well take a few more with me just in case I get some
I know you want 'em, yeah, no problem
Got that covered, tramp, I brought 'em
How it creeps up on me so slowly
I don't notice my eyes rolling
To the back of my head and falling
Shit, somebody's calling
Can't answer the phone
Call 'em back when I'm 'bout to leave
Can't think straight, man, I'm so fucking blown

So when they step up out the car
Yeah, I know this sounds bizarre
But now I remember where we are
Do what I say and you'll be fine
To the left of the off ramp, in the shade
Under the highway, digging graves
Blood creepin' while you're sleepin', steady creepin'
Blood creepin'

Down the alleys in the middle of the night
I'm trashed, so high it's hard to ride my bike
Might crash whenever I'm this fucked up
Drunken monkey through the cuts
Who gives a fuck?

To the left of the off ramp, in the shade
Under the highway, digging graves
Blood creepin' while you're sleepin', steady creepin'
Blood creepin
To the left of the off ramp, in the shade
Under the highway, digging graves
Blood creepin' while you're sleepin', steady creepin'
Blood creepin'