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The Censorship Trap

by WRISTS

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1.
Figure 03:33
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Figure, figure, figure Off of mind figure Off of my spine figure Off of my shine figure Off of that grind figure Off of my lines figure Offf of my rhymes figure Lick fun dip stick! Womp em’ with ill shit! Pill perscript Kill the conflict Unscripted cryptic cookies for jesus Bitch get off the penis juice Loose off the EMF With a def’ cab driver with No stereo My perennial arsenal Shoot the archer bull Knock off the pedestal Yall’ got no credit dull Pack weapons like Krull Aimed at ur’ skull Null in void SRP android Avoid systems delete We blast boom box on beat street Sample it loop it fuckit’ an eat And figure out your bull shit And figure out your bull shit And figure out your bull shit And figure out your bull shit Off of mind figure Off of my spine figure Off of my shine figure Off of that grind figure Off of my lines figure Offf of my rhymes figure
2.
Mountain Of Skulls 02:41
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I got a mountain of skulls piling the fuck up That’s dead nigguh dead nigguh dead Ichi ni san shi Freak beats all week Kill them softly The hard swing The odd thing The offering The off spring Godly being Da fuck da molly got me doing That’s dead nigguh dead nigguh dead I see you Dead! Scotch bottle rocket pop Non-stop molly pop Word to olly ox! It’s come to that I’ve come to bat Circumference rap Abundance laps In from the napps Noose Culture thrown out the front door! Why u frontin’ for I’ve been here before And drinks are all on me Molly, she’s all on me Crawling out debris Dizzy shifty sea That’s dead nigguh dead nigguh dead! I see you Dead!
3.
The Catcher In The Ricin 02:31
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ISIS Assassinations Reaganomics turned Obama It’s my turn to bomb it My country tis’ of thee Sweet land of fuck TV Media outlook xpress expression Catcher in the rye great depression 51 area testin’ Black quarter-back redskins (hut) teepee Jails filled with the death sents’ Political left wing hockey puck Terror-WRISTS no stopping us I’m Skin laden I’ve been grabbin’ I’m still stuck in the George Bush Freedom Abe’ link Underground rail link 99 percent think faster Taxes up, pockets empty Oh say can we see! This shit bout’ to get ugly Debt on top of debt & det’ the bomb Cause for alarm on gridlock alert Rubber neckers tunnels closed Send in the drones super imposed Slip into the bottom of the well an’ dwell an’ say oh well all night It's not really real
4.
Telephone Boxes 04:18
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Them earth scum Who snatch crumbs Done, technology outdated no more fusion kid The vodka Sunny D, space juice in it Look at him yo’ he loosin’ it Beatle Juice screw, spruce goose kid Alpha beta Turtle soupin’ Green Gamera beatz loopin’ Hadouken, Ren Stimpy Sub missile blimpy Centipede speed Your table center piece breath Da’ green envy greed Da’ back pay penalty Hurtle Handz put the rhymes On intergalactic plastic You bastards worried about fashion And dem’ mic checks you isn’t cashing Style clashing, beat pad mashing 808 undertone Floss with the sibannac Kids panicking Drum dabbling, tongue javelin Through your chest, hole in son Me, rolling one Scheme one scheme all control them Beam back to fold them I electro phazed out the spectrum Tested em’ all autobahn ring thee alarm fire fire Things bout to transpire No more telephone booth Clark Kent start walking Towers going up like 1937 Chicago project buildings Superman, you cant stop the killings Your service is filthy Crumble down like Angkor Wat start another plot I electro phazed out the spectrum Tested em’ all autobahn ring thee alarm fire fire Things bout to transpire No more telephone booth Clark Kent
5.
Huffs 01:33
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Huffs Dick Van Dykes Windpipes are clogged up Chimney sweep No concern to me If you stay on beat Huffs Boy n’ girl Plug in an leave this world All applaud and feast on board Huffs Shrugs shoulders Cigarette dipped in boat & tug Sweep me under rug Sweep me under rug Sweep me under rug Mind flood Mind fucked Mind untouched & under-tucked Mind crush Mind plush Mind & mind is two plus Your minor threat is groove-less Dead brain cells stoopid Huffs Remember me 11th grade back seat Boy in the corner no question asked Boy in the corner wit’ da’ shotgun blast! I got your ass Huffs From dawn to dusk Tussle with the white elephant tusk Smell the musk I must Mic umbilical cut Wisp the willow dust Huffs In denial Trial by fire, dial by wire Injection biohazard testin’ Gas suit for the dead skin Huffs For the tin man so he don’t rust Dissect their reptile guts I inspect the cans as such.
6.
Nite REM Razorbladez 03:52
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Are laser bass straight in your face Whip yo’ shit, YO! Are laser bass straight in your face Whip yo’ shit, YO! Are laser bass straight in your face Whip yo’ shit, YO! Tie the WRSITS ankles tangle Bang flows on Electric Avenue They don't know the half Left dance floor a fucking blood bath On my behalf I smell your stagnate Stale on that brown bag paper shit Counterfeit hipster sinful With a garbage pale full of lies they continue To bend you in half suckers I call em' half steppers Half steppers, step up suckers, half steppers, step up suckers No time to beat around the bush Push forward Online mission All crime division Suspended in reanimation You don’t got no fucking reservations here Red coats are coming Paul Revere Sink battle ships! An’ babble shit Slit your WRISTS Slit your WRISTS We got a quick fix for your experiment Derelicts your arrogance Against the fence or be head See red the rum-um enough Of your conundrums Corner boy your fun starts once Cry uncle and thump you This electro Punk-U Elevated Martins to stomp Impromptu I never exit with those kids Slit your WRISTS Blood runs cold It's dark out here but I can see the whites in there eyes We got a quick fix for your experiment
7.
Attn: Whore 02:28
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Attn: Whore Whore Whore Whore Whore Whore Whore Whore Whore Whore Attn: Attn: Look at me an’ my brand new Swatch Watch Look at me an’ my stash up in zip locks Look at me an’ my dirty knotty dreadlocks Attn: Attn: Like my status I'm the baddest Mo’ Fucker here Like my picture birthday suit shoot'in out the rear Like my location I'm not there I'm nowhere near Attn: Attn: Whore Whore Whore Whore Whore Whore Whore Whore Whore Whore Attn: Attn: iPhone 17 with a microwave built in Death ray gun zappin’ fuckers killin’ shit I got them thunder 19,000 super woofers YO you feeling it Attn: Attn: My ride sittin' on BBS titanium’s My ride 6-speed TDI spontaneous My ride bouncing off the street gotcha high angel dust Attn: Attn: Whore Whore Whore Whore Whore Whore Whore Whore Whore Whore Attn: Attn: My bitch got ass twerkin’ workin’ like Nicky do My bitch rack & pinion breasteses like Vicky do My bitch hips like hippo's watch what dicky-do Attn: Attn: Rockin’ mongoose skin sneakers tank top wife beaters Rockin’ 1000 speakers sending treble threw the tweeter Rockin’ show after show as the shit gets deeper Attn: Attn: Whore
8.
Double Dutch Milky Way 03:05
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Body blow uppercut Bitches niggaz Rumble fish Double Dutch Glass Joe with a glass crack pipe Dreams shatters glass house with one rock Around the block for another rock All night non stop Body blow uppercut Bitches niggaz Rumble fish Double Dutch Trick on the corner Joe blow job Head bob now bye bye she slide in an slide on out Body blow uppercut Bitches niggaz Rumble fish Double Dutch Vice grips the daily advice To spice up the flavor Don’t do me no favors Joe's a trader across the fader Body blow uppercut Bitches niggaz Rumble fish Double Dutch Fronto leaf pull back smoke in hale Lost in the milky way back track trails Pump pump on the breaks crashing fail Utter box rump shaker knock ox tails It was plotted well Unhinge the whisky binge Tell a fiend Go fuck yourself Tell a bitch Go fuck yourself Tell the rich Go fuck yourself Drink my piss An’ fuck yourself Body blow uppercut Bitches niggaz Rumble fish Double Dutch I’m in stark raving madness Chasing the demon dragon Draggin’ my ass back to Beelzebub for the pulp addiction, Weasel snitchin’ Get even bitches No differences I’ve fed those pigeons My quiet riot full metal straight jacket buddy Hackett or leave it On the wrong turn we get even Stevens When the red sky sends those beams The red sky starts to feed The red sky starts to bleed He keeps bloody fresh fuckerz’ Body blow uppercut Bitches niggaz Rumble fish Double Dutch
9.
Grey Days Are Straight Ahead 02:38
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Excuses are tools of incompetence Which builds monuments of nothing That’s why SRP stay HR huffin’ stuff Kid an play your puppy love Cool running things Doug E. Doug Ransack and run a muck and pull your plug Lets build this up Clutch 6th gear, steer clear Deer sensor mincer meet the beats There’s the catalytic converter Him, he claim he murders mic's But never heard of them prototypes Life can hold so much pain and stress Rest your feet from all day walking Rest your eyes from all day gawking Rest your lies with all day talking All day sway sway sway sway away Grey days are straight ahead Darker the berry Sweeter the juice Loose on a day elect eject rouse Diff shade of grey my tune white room Eyesight inner light mic consume Pipe mic ash like nitro boom Him disenfranchised but still a mic tycoon Sized him up an the white night turned swoon Burned the moon and the turned the night gloom Please resume Stay the fuck ((( Grey days are straight ahead ))) You remember the road less traveled And pin point the direction Infection grey matter dada less Went back for the grabbers Won’t attach to them rappers All out of patterns We follow the lead to the plasma Smoke inhale leads to asthma Rays all gamma Was loop logic intended to flatter? But had to attend to other matters And damn I rather give a fuck about the ladder Percentage of batters ISIS controller Ebola attackers See I roll with a mask on chapters Disconnect to dispatch them What happens, happens Stay the fuck ((( Grey days are straight ahead ))) What happens, happens Happens
10.
Da' Speaker Blown 02:57
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Push the limits Watch those styles diminish They so no gimmicks But gimmie’ it Beg to diff Slipped up An knocked over easel It’s evil Reminisce of these people An how the fuck we feel Sick! Throwing up concoctions Your options limited to beef! You want beef? Its dirty clean sweep streets Reap what u sow! Rolled out Patchwork tapeworms The mask for the germs Suggestion box concerns Mussolini heads kick The textile firm! Ware Beware! Hackers My financial backers back you the fuck up, we pass you up! The final cut, curtains closed! Hitler painted roses Exterminate the posers Over throw clones Leave ya’ speakers blown The speaker of the house says to upgrade Can’t beat da’ beat on beat Can’t rule scene unseen Digital dialect I suspect u didn't check the wires!
11.
Blackout 03:45
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Tackle 160 BPM's Loop logic outta’ sync Man on the boom I got it! Blow up ur projects Condemned Switch rockets Objects out of sync No pink in rainbows Aim low Legs tangled Angles broken wings Cling to surface Defeats the purpose Send your rap acts to back to the circus Don’t got the girth for it The hurt is his, turnt!!! This earth is not for your kids My species all on leaves Them dying autumn leaves Him drowning in the sea Inebriated flask urgency Red sirens emergency Self inflicted murder scene Burning in worms in feces Shit out pot luck hip-hopracy The god is backwards doggin’ me Swine flu hoggin’ dreams Stop calling me! The glass is half empty, turnt!!! (((Blackout))) Drugstore cowboy bebop Detoxolog solid schemes Don’t remember things Harvey Wallbanger angry Black man syndrome Pen writes poems There's no earthly way of knowing which way the Rowers are rowing Gin & tonic pink vomit comets Wild turkey bottle nursing while the sky is bursting and laughing at me 90 proof flammable rubbing alcohol nephew! Turnt skies black in seconds brain vegetable Turnt steppin’ stool In the end you'll question who? Lying in the gutter staring at the stars utter nonsense spitting choking on vomit The bomb has been lit! (((Blackout)))
12.
Man VS Beats 03:00
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Pharmaceutical Liquid date Gel capsules Penetrate Abort the clinic Demonstrate Secret landfill Toxic waste Aerosol cans Ozone sky rape Punch time clock Life manipulate Freedom first & Second we safe Hospitals, obstacles, options Biopsy Buy me coffee we cannot sleep! On gurney no worry, patient toe tagged feet! Man VS Beats Shoot the sonic youth Needle high Tap back to space Laughing gas I’m here to operate Merck & Pfizer Lock & chase Occupy nothing Out my face Train fare hike No escape Genocide poison That’s your taste What’s your make? Model i903ac… … Yeah we got em' Hospitals, obstacles, options Biopsy Buy me coffee we cannot sleep! On gurney no worry, patient toe tagged feet! Man VS Beats Shoot the sonic youth Prescription At my expense Blood pressure High called tense 150 BPM’s My shit Oxycotton Android facelift Back to herbs And back to basics Whooping Room Man VS Beats Shoot the sonic youth Hospitals, obstacles, options Biopsy Buy me coffee we cannot sleep! On gurney no worry, patient toe tagged feet! Man VS Beats Shoot the sonic youth
13.
Pigs Still Porkin' (Another Negro Summer) 04:38
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The curfew now begins… He was going for my gun Is the dog ate my homework of police shootings Pistol whipping and the gun grooving People moving, tear gas Burn I lash, passed out from the fumes Ears shatter from the boom Handz up don’t shoot The whole shit is diluted We still moving Fuck the police, pigs in grease Increase the murder rate Stop further pace This is my fucking hood You jakes up to no good With CNN on your side telling fucking lies Nation waiting patient Throw it back Kray twins 6 shots blood splattered on the pavement Trying to shackle me an’ put me on a slave ship I said they trying to shackle me an’ put me on a slave ship That’s first degree murder Tanks, snipers, flash grenades Swat teams, National Guard, chemical weapons Stepping ‘cross my line I’m home, fucker Y’all Archie Bunkers Gone feel the thunder. It’s a negro summer, its a 6 hit wonder Trying to shackle me an’ put me on a slave ship I said they trying to shackle me an’ put me on a slave ship That’s first degree murder

about

The Censorship Trap is the debut album from WRISTS.

WRISTS is SubTric and Turtle Handz. Bass-heavy, nasty, noisy electro hiphop mayhem. WRISTS is loud, abrasive, political, and balls deep!

WRISTS was born out of a track from a little known project in 2012 called Patient Zero between SubTric and Canadian producer, Waatu. Turtle Handz laid down the vocals on the opening tune and a friendship was sparked, fuelled by a mutual love of the noisier side of electronica. Discussions took place, beats were made, ideas were passed back and forth between the UK and US, and eventually WRISTS was born.

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released January 12, 2015

All tracks are written, recorded, and produced by WRISTS.
Mastered by SubMix Audio - www.submixaudio.co.uk
Released via Atypeek Music - www.atypeekmusic.com

"The Censorship Trap" Visual Cover: « Office Space » - © Emotions From Photons (www.facebook.com/EmotionsFromPhotons). Design C. Féray.

WRISTS is...
SubTric - Bass, beats, and sonic deconstruction.
Turtle Handz - Words, lyrics, and vocal devastation.

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WRISTS is Shep (SubTric) and Turtle Handz. Bass-heavy, nasty, noisy electro hiphop mayhem.

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