Up My Sleeves – Unraveling the Tao of Anarchy


You can view the lyrics, alternate interprations and sheet music for Death Grips's Up My Sleeves at Lyrics.org.
Article Contents:
  1. Music Video
  2. Lyrics
  3. Song Meaning
  4. The Mystery Behind the Mantra: ‘Up My Sleeves’
  5. The Haunting Past: Memories That Grip
  6. Questioning Existence: ‘I Should Be Worried’
  7. Unveiling the Hidden Meaning: The Alchemy of Anarchy
  8. Sonic Transgression and the Rebellion Against Form

Lyrics

Doors and windows on, motions on

Sleeves
Up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves
Up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves
Up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves
Up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves
Up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves
Up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves
Up my sleeves
Up my

I take my life like I kept it
Up my sleeves, never sounds like you meant it
Up my sleeves, I take my life like any way I can fetish
That’s my fact
Snatch it, only as directed
Snatch it, ’cause I got the queen’s tits
Up my sleeves
Snatch it like you’re the queen’s bitch
Up my sleeves I hold your ground with my perch
Up my sleeves fill my soul, quench my hearse
Up my sleeves
I don’t wanna
Cut mine off
I don’t wanna
Fuck you back
I’m rolling
Oh, my agony’s priceless
I take my life any way you can slice this
Snatch my shame and fetish
Got it in discretion for effect
For effect
Snatch my shame and I connect
Disconnect I’m a
I’m the wretch Maya

I’ve always known
I’ve always known

If you can’t snatch my fetish, I’ll FedEx it
Notify me when you miss it
I’ll be on my liquid
Pickled but lavished
If you’ll miss it, I’ll track it
My fetish like magic
Feel contrived to see you snatch it

Snatch my, fetish, I keep it up my

I’ll ever know
Was like I even wanna know
Was like I didn’t want to know
Was like I never didn’t know
Was like I never I don’t know
If I’m so necessary
Blank blank obituary
At Broadway cemetery
At Broadway cemetery
Was like all I’ll ever know
Was like I didn’t want to know
Was like I never didn’t know
Was like I never I don’t know
If I’m so necessary
Blank blank obituary
At Broadway cemetery

Tsk tsk tsk
My terracotta army
Disarms me
Disowns me
Also
Also also
Mr. Ripley told me
You play highway hocus
Ain’t much more highway can ride me
My dead mother in my dream
Remember when December blew her ashes ‘cross my jeans
Off these chains
Some things only I have seen
Some people only I have been
Used to know who I was
Fuck if I knew who that was
Pay no mind illogical
Just don’t die in a hospital
Oh yeah
I should be worried
Oh yeah
I’m temporary

Don’t know what I do
I’ll tell you how I knew
I’ve always known
I’ve always known

I was conceived, by my disease

Up my sleeves
Any how
Any more
Any one
Anything
Any where
Any time
Snatch my fetish

Sleeves
Up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves
Up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves
Up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves
Up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves
Up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves
Up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves, up my sleeves
Up my sleeves
Up my

Nothing you can offer
I ain’t hocked
Up my sleeves
Everything’s nothing to me, I’m knocked
Up my sleeves
I abstain from being and succumb
Up my sleeves
Don’t feel none, I flog the remedy
Up my sleeves
Alchemy for your bodily
Up my sleeves
Nonsensically
Up my sleeves
Got a Pendleton on my valley
Up my sleeves

I came to free your bodily up my sleeves

Full Lyrics

Death Grips, known for their potent cocktail of experimental hip-hop, industrial noise, and punk ethos, have consistently confounded fans and critics alike with their enigmatic lyrics and aggressive soundscapes. ‘Up My Sleeves’ is no exception — a track replete with cryptic layers inviting a deep dive into its visceral narrative.

A linchpin of their acclaimed album ‘The Powers That B,’ the song is a puzzle wrapped in abrasive beats and churning emotions. Intensely personal yet fiercely universal, ‘Up My Sleeves’ serves as an indelible testament to the confrontational genius of Death Grips.

The Mystery Behind the Mantra: ‘Up My Sleeves’

The recurring phrase ‘Up My Sleeves’ operates as a hypnotic mantra, the repetition almost ritualistic in its delivery. It hints at possession, concealment, and a menacing reveal. As the song unfolds, the phrase mutates, suggesting the volatile complexities surrounding the self, and an unwavering grip on an inner essence — be it creativity, identity, or nihilistic tendencies.

In this spiraling introspection, what’s ‘up the sleeve’ becomes symbolic of power, control, and perhaps secrets kept from even the self. Death Grips’ frontman MC Ride uses this metaphor to challenge listeners to consider what they themselves hide ‘up their sleeves’—personal demons, unreleased potential, or unspeakable pasts.

The Haunting Past: Memories That Grip

The line ‘My dead mother in my dream, remember when December blew her ashes ‘cross my jeans’ delivers a poignant blow, giving listeners a rare glimpse into MC Ride’s personal grief. Here, the song skirts the line between the abstract and the acutely intimate, manifesting sorrow as a sensory and disruptive force in the narrator’s life.

It is this blending of the spectral and specific that lends ‘Up My Sleeves’ its gut-wrenching potency. The ashes are not just a metaphor but a tangible trace of loss that clings to fabric, memory, and music.

Questioning Existence: ‘I Should Be Worried’

One of the track’s memorable lines, ‘Oh yeah, I should be worried, Oh yeah, I’m temporary,’ illustrates a fatalistic acceptance of transience and a nod to existential dread. This line renders the human experience as fleeting and yet, paradoxically, imbues it with a weighty significance.

The song thrives on this nihilism, not as a source of despair but as a vehicle for piercing clarity. MC Ride’s emphasis on the temporary nature of existence is not a lament but a rallying cry for authentic, even if ephemeral, self-expression.

Unveiling the Hidden Meaning: The Alchemy of Anarchy

There is a profound, almost alchemical transformation happening within ‘Up My Sleeves.’ Throughout the song, the vocabulary of magic, disease, and bodily autonomy underscores a theme of metamorphosis. Lines like ‘Alchemy for your bodily’ imply an internal revolution that reflects the track’s chaotic and transformative energy.

These lyrical interplays are Death Grips’ secret sauce, allowing the song to rise beyond its bone-rattling production. The hidden meanings within the chaos mirror the band’s own unpredictable nature and the individual quest for meaning in the madness of the world.

Sonic Transgression and the Rebellion Against Form

Musically, ‘Up My Sleeves’ exemplifies Death Grips’ defiance of genre conventions. The cacophony of sounds, alternating between rhythmic convulsions and abrasive textures, serves as a soundtrack to the anarchy within the lyrics. MC Ride’s delivery is both a growl and a proclamation, a perfect companion to the song’s unsettling ambitions.

Here, Death Grips take the experimental ethos to its zenith, merging emotional rawness with aural disruption. This confluence is emblematic of their entire oeuvre, embodying the belief that genuine artistic expression often demands rebellion against form.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

You may also like...