The Censorship Trap

by WRISTS

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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.

Wrists is loud, abrasive, political, and balls deep!

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Track Name: Figure
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
Track Name: Mountain Of Skulls
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!
Track Name: The Catcher In The Ricin
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
Track Name: Telephone Boxes
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
Track Name: Huffs
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.
Track Name: Nite REM Razorbladez
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
Track Name: Attn: Whore
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
Track Name: Double Dutch Milky Way
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
Track Name: Grey Days Are Straight Ahead
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
Track Name: Da' Speaker Blown
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!
Track Name: Blackout
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)))
Track Name: Man VS Beats
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
Track Name: Pigs Still Porkin' (Another Negro Summer)
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