System Blower
Gotta let a mark know who he’s fuckin’ wit and similarly ruthlessly skin a chump just for kicks
Fuck that's why this sounds so familiar, I didn't know it was actually vancouver, just thought it was a generic subway train! YEAH WE CAME TO BLOW YO SISTA - I swear to god I actually thought he said that the first time I heard the song. It's in this interview here LIKE HER that Zach says that the sample came from like was it the Skytrain in Vancouver or the Venus Williams tennis ball.
Zach Hill: Thanks, we don't want to make anything that supports indifference. We always talk about the middle of the road, and how it's the worst place to be artistically.
Zach Hill: This group has been an exercise in whittling away all outside things and focusing my energies. This is it; I'm not doing anything else for the time being. I've been playing in the Boredoms for the last four years and they're one of my favorite bands in the world. But I'm even taking a hiatus from that. They understand. We recorded the first Hella record when I was like 20 years old, you know? I had just dropped out of high school and it was all exciting and great. I'm proud of those records, and I get a connection by physically performing it, but that's not the music I listen to. The music I'm making with Death Grips is way more along the lines of what I would listen to than anything I've ever made.
Lyrics
Yeah we came to blow your system
You know what I’m sayin’
Kill it or die
Braggin’ about how you
Had it all dialed
Well what’s up now
When your shit is
How I’m comin’, why I’m slingin’
Where I’m from and what I’m bringin’
Tell your cousins best stop sleepin’
==More Lyrics==
Cuz I’m bustin’ for no reason at random murder
Killing season
But no one heard me
Cold blood creepin’
Full tilt swervin’
Through your bleedin’
System burnin’ to its knees and
Beggin’ for mercy while I’m leanin’
Hard ta da left
And clockin’ a grips in da death pockets of da head knock rhythm
System blower system over
Yeah we came to blow your system
You know what I’m sayin’
Kill it or die
Braggin’ about how you
Had it all dialed
Well what’s up now
When your shit is
Stupid dopefiend beat low hung blood spray all over
Da death stomp drums
Scum worshipping
Speaker ripping
Punk weight holding heretics
Boundary reapin’
Frequency freakin’
Out till we’re like that track sound so sick
System blower system over
Got heads jumpin’ out their skin
Talkin ‘bout common
Death grip me again
No need to wonder if
It’s gonna crack
Hell no you can bet
We’re fit ta burn the
House to da ground
Soon as the sound gets checked
System blower system over
Yeah we came to blow your system
You know what I’m sayin’
Kill it or die
Braggin’ about how you
Had it all dialed
Well what’s up now
When your shit is
System blower system over
Yeah trick go fetch my whip
Gotta let a mark know
Who he’s fuckin’ wit
Ruthlessly skin a chump
Just for kicks
Cant fuck wit dis
Sadomaso-kiss my fist
Suck my dick, it’s not cool
I’m too sick, what time is it
System blower, system over
Deep in da klink base
Cut straight to da chase
Like a triple shot of 180 proof
Kill-o-watts riots audio violence
Breaks your windows and
Takes all da loot
System blower, system over
Silver coin on your eyes
Forever closed
Raise the dead
How long I been tired of that old
Can’t nod my head
shit is over
System blower.
System blower
Songwriters: Zachary Hill / Stefan Burnett / Andrew Morin
System Blower lyrics © Warp Music Limited
