Tyler, The Creator On Death Grips: “Put That On And I Can Do Anything”

Tyler, the Creator penned a short piece about his love for Death Grips in Golf Book, the print wing of the rapper's Gold Media app. In his essay, the MC remembers his initial encounter with Death Grips' music. "First 30 seconds, I’m like 'OK, fuck, I'm getting bored,'" he writes. "By 55 seconds, I am fully in... I don't know what it was, but for the next two hours, I sat there clicking every single video, link, article, website that had anything to do with MC Ride and Zach Hill."

Thanks to the band, Tyler then managed to "put together a full trampoline in 17 minutes" and emerge unscathed from a scary driving incident where he lost control of his car. Read his full article below, and revisit his FADER cover story.

Summer had just started. I’d decided to buy a trampoline for my room and some mini kayaks for my pool. I’m in my room about to set up the trampoline, and on a related video on YouTube I read, Death Grips – Guillotine (Live). I’ve had people tell me about them and blah blah, and I never really gave them a chance. I click it. First 30 seconds, I’m like “OK, fuck, I’m getting bored.” By 55 seconds, I am fully in. The skinny black guy on stage with the beard that kind of reminds you of one those homeless people you see with a Starbucks cup… ended up being the coolest shit I’ve ever seen. I don’t know what it was, but for the next two hours, I sat there clicking every single video, link, article, website that had anything to do with MC Ride and Zach Hill. I put on the Exmilitary mixtape and Lionel and I put together a full trampoline in 17 minutes. That’s when I realized that Death Grips was my meth. I put that on and I can anything and do it efficient as fuck. With that being said, DO NOT LISTEN TO DEATH GRIPS WHILE DRIVING A FAST CAR WITH YOUR POWER MECHANICS BUTTON ON AND YOUR TIRE TRACTION OFF. Nico, Travis and I legit almost died because I decided to put on Stockton and burn rubber at a red light, which resulted into my car spinning out down a street at 60, 70 miles per hour at an intersection in Los Angeles around 2:45 on a school ay. Not one scratch, no one hurt, not one car touched. I don’t know what it was, but it led me to believe that I had a grip on death (sorry, I had to say that).