Citations:'pon


 * 2011 July 12 — Death Grips. "Beware", from Exmilitary.
 * Trips to where, few have been / Out of thin air, upon high winds / Rites begin when the sun descends / Have felt what few will ever know / Have seen the truth beneath the glow, / Of the ebb and flow, where roots of all mysteries grow / I am below, so far below / The bottom line / Transmitting live, transmissions rise / From the depths out of controlled by / Suspended glance of an unblinking eyes / Imminent gaze cast &apos;pon the path that winds / &apos;Pon the path I find, and claim as mine / To ride the waves, of unrest / Made to make me shine as a testament / To why the ways of the blind will never get / Shit but shanked by my disrespect / Dismiss this life, worship death / Cold blood night of serpent's breath / Exhaled like spells from the endlessness / In the bottomless wells of emptiness / Channeled to invoke what we represent