Takyon (death Yon) Lyrics & Chords By Death Grips

Takyon
Tak, takyon (Takyon)
Takyon
Tak, tak

Triple six, five, forked tongue
Subatomic penetration, rapid fire through your skull
How I shot it on one taking it back to the days of trying to lose control
Swerving in a blaze of fire, raging through my bones

Oh shit I'm feeling it, takyon
Hell yeah, fuck yeah, I feel like killing it, takyon
Alright that's tight, what it's like to experience, takyon

Out of the blue, in through the back
Door coming through like, "Fuck, what was that?"
Man I don't know, but it made me feel so heated how we creep without showing you jack
Shit from below, give a shit if you know 'cause even if you did, you'd keep coming back
Back for more, need it man you're addicted to the heat, we make beats catch
Beat it till it bleeds to death, each track, epileptic seize every head we crack
Like EPMD snapping necks as we tap energy from everything on and off the map (Takyon)

Oh shit I'm feeling it, takyon
Hell yeah, fuck yeah, I feel like killing it, takyon
Alright that’s tight, what it's like to experience, takyon

Takyon, shot down your throat like a keg of beer
Choke on the smoke we in and exhale till the whole chamber is clear
Haters act so fucking weird, try to stain this atmosphere
But they can't 'cause it's way too sheer, how to make a hater disappear
Take shit where it ain’t never been, fuck what you thought could not comprehend
This shit if I fisted your brain with a ten, nine, eight, seven, triple six, five, forked tongue
Criminal level crunk lightning storm, get out the way or get up torn
Ain't a picture big enough to fit what we dig up from the core
Of all that they forgot ever was, militant march of this war
Takyon, taking them down all we see is blood
Takyon, turning them out, how to trick out and freak that buzz

Oh shit I'm feeling it, takyon
Hell yeah, fuck yeah, I feel like killing it, takyon
Alright that's tight, what it's like to experience, takyon

Lunar eclipse forcing you to trip off the moonlit fire we spray
Cryonic haunted bullets hollow tipped with toxic waste
So here's the deal, if you don't feel ill, don't want it nowhere near my zone
That shit is dead, can't nobody get with that shit gets dial toned
Takyon, bitch slapping pussy clots and clones
Takyon, setting off Unabombs inside your dome
Give it up, bitch, you know this is it
Get with this or get left 'cause it's on, takyon (Takyon)

Cutty Rank:
Six, six, six million ways to die, choose