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P.O.S - How We Land feat. Justin Vernon

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P.O.S - Lockpicks, Knives, Bricks and Bats

We've been in the studio making a ton of songs with a new album in mind and are really pumped about how things are turning out. Wanted to drop this leaker track off early while it's still fresh to let people know we're getting back at it. You can download it right now from iTunes (http://smarturl.it/dtr38a) and Bandcamp (http://bit.ly/dtr38a).

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DOOMTREE ".38 Airweight"

Field Notes, the brand new seven song project from Sims, finds the Minneapolis rapper in fine form, spitting poignant razor sharp lyrics over larger than life productions from Cecil Otter, Paper Tiger, Icetep and Plain Ole Arson.

produced by @icetep

Sims "They Don't Work For Us"

Field Notes, the brand new seven song project from Sims, finds the Minneapolis rapper in fine form, spitting poignant razor sharp lyrics over larger than life productions from Doomtree’s own Cecil Otter and Paper Tiger, as well as newcomers ICETEP and Plain Ole Arson.

Lyrics:
The place I’m standing in, planted with mannequins
painted in their calendars, it’s dinner with the Blandersons
talk about their business and the stale ideas they champion
Christian Coalition save the sinners on the campuses
they pulled their weapons out, they had a banner year
I know no prison I just yell it in their ear
I know no average men, I’m stone cold analyst
behind those pearly eyes evil I recognize what’s happening

uh huh, uh huh, they think they’re pulling one over
uh huh, uh huh, and they keep telling me that it’s over

Now I ain’t no atheist aching or making blanketed statements
I’ll just say it, they way they play it is dangerous
which last day is it? who do I save again? who am I pagan then?
I’m lost, I’m gone
the rest gonna pay the cost for you to bear that cross
ending of the clear-cut path, follow but you end up lost
won’t come back, y’all know that, I suggest you throttle back
but instead you’re on the gas, the match, the scratch
you make the world go boom
gonna end it too soon, so I left the room
the things they say, they things they do
I’m anti red and anti blue
I could’ve shut my mouth after Bad Time Zoo
but then there’s you

uh huh, uh huh, they think they’re pulling one over
uh huh, uh huh, and they keep telling me that it’s over

now you knew it
it’s fruitless like a rhyme with oranges
the results are manufactured like a war on christmas
a distraction from the war between the muslims and christians
and you get like, “eww, shit, well that’s none of my business”
and I ain’t no judge or jury but you’re spending my taxes
and the tactics in practice are indefensibly backwards
the problem with dominance is the outcome is ominous
honest to god
none of them are honest to god
they insist that it’s this, or that’s it
take a buck but they wont give an inch
who’s convinced?
the things they say, they things they do
I’m anti red and anti blue
I could’ve shut my mouth after Bad Time Zoo
but then there’s you 


uh huh, uh huh, they think they’re pulling one over
uh huh, uh huh, and they keep telling me that it’s over

Okay, there’s Pat, and Jack, and Roxanne
with a new spin and a new plan on an old planet
with no room for me to stand
so I’ll drink this Kool Aid and I’ll catch this comet
a common climate
there’s no air up there, down here
but I got long hair, don’t care, caveman
furthermore my ancestors never rode on dinosaurs
I’ve been having this argument for 6,000 years
and it only brought me here
but I only state facts, they disregard math
they say he’s on the way back 
and they legislate that
so I talk shit and hold my dick like, “you don’t know nothing”
sell me another last day and see if I give you something
uh huh

Sims "Uh Huh"

Produced by @paper_tiger_doomtree
from Field Notes, available now http://doomtree.net/fieldnotes http://smarturl.it/fieldnotes 
A.Sims (Sims is a Business ASCAP), J. Samels (Skip Steps 1&3 ASCAP)

Lyrics:

I was plucked from the sky 
pulled down into the the black goo 
an evil surrounded me 
now I’m trying to pull my way back through 
maybe I was running too fast 
too locked in, too cocky, too close to the sun 
needed to be burned on down 
well that’s how it turned out 
I’m not sure if I believe in god 
but there’s a force that’ll even odds 
leave your logic flawed 
leave you saying (insert black block_ PAPES) 
maybe that was code 
pull me off the road because I went too far from home 
maybe that was wrong but I’ll never know 
it goes exactly how it goes 
and supposing doesn't get me closer to what would’ve been 
tally the wins, rally the loss, put wind in the sails 
me and my chick, she’s bad as fuck, we on that no matter what shit 
we ain’t noting to fuck with 
same as the crew I grew up with 
from the downswing to the uptick 
the mud don’t get as thick as the blood 
and a motherfucker don’t quit ever he just learns how to trudge 
so where you are it’s a call out, roof gone, walls out 
no sir, no sale, I will see you in hell 
from the bell to the tomb I’m all out 

even lost on the rockiest road I wouldn't take another way 
even on the darkest night, even on the coldest day 
and I’ll never know if that was right until it’s too late 
so I guess I’ll do this my way 

I vibrate like five strings doing solos around the whole globe 
and I expand like rubber bands show you how low can a soul go 
and I snap in half and I put it back, no illusions 
I go into with no delusions 
I don’t know it I just fucking do it, ain’t nothing too it 
fear has got no business here 
but it don’t disappear it just lives near 
and I let that settle, prove my mettle 
and I never peddle that sentimental 
call my manager, tell him I don’t give a fuck 
should’ve quit years ago 
a buck? god damn it I do what I love 
and all my heroes are broke 

even lost on the rockiest road I wouldn't take another way 
even on the darkest night, even on the coldest day 
and I’ll never know if that was right until it’s too late 
so I guess I’ll do this my way 

I push until I break then I find me some tape 
been that way since I was a boy 
and I found that it snaps when it’s wound too tight 
now I do it lightly with time to enjoy 
when I get picked off by scope or claw 
I land with style like I planned it out 
make it work like hand-me-downs 
with a fresh new cut to sing about 

even lost on the rockiest road I wouldn't take another way 
even on the darkest night, even on the coldest day 
and I’ll never know if that was right until it’s too late 
so I guess I’ll do this my way

Sims "Scope or Claw"

"CLAPP'D" CREDITS
Raps by Mike Mictlan
Produced by RedVelvet Beats for NAIMA
Co-Produced by Cecil Otter and Lazerbeak

Doomtree’s Mike Mictlan announces the release of HELLA FRREAL. Set for release on October 27th, the 10-track album features Mike’s rapid-fire lyrics over larger-than-life production from Cecil Otter, RedVelvet Beats, 2% Muck, 1990, Mike Frey, JuanL, and Lazerbeak, with guests Greg Grease, Ceschi, and Aby Wolf all along for the ride.
  
Mictlan has long been known as a spitter; he writes technical patterns and can deliver them at speed. He's also a natural performer--never plainer than when he takes center stage at First Avenue and ignites the entire room with a dance, a look, a gesture--he knows just how long a pause will springload an audience so it's primed to erupt at the next punchline. On HELLA FRREAL we hear the Mike we know, harder and sharper. We hear a new Mike too--we're let behind the curtain for a few earnest moments that were harder to find on his previous releases.  

HELLA FRREAL is currently available for pre-order from iTunes and the Doomtree webstore. Each pre-order will receive lead single “CLAPP’D” as an instant grat track.  Those who order from the Doomtree webstore will also receive a signed digi-pak CD, access to a private LiveStream chat with Mike, and a HELLA FRREAL sticker. The Doomtree webstore will also offer a deluxe pre-order that includes everything in the standard version, plus a screen-printed patch and a one-of-a-kind individualized t-shirt exclusive to this pre-order.  

Lyrics:
It’s all good
No it ain’t
Cuz I’m thinking exactly the polar opposite
That’s just something that we gotta say when we wanna cover up
Or turn a bad thing, positive
They shootin –
but nobody made em look
They gotta ghetto life fetish
Middle class circus
at a Lower class zoo
Quarter life conflict we all
Drug War Veterans
Not everybody from the hood is a killer or a dealer or a villain
Everybody in the hood wanna do something better
For they life and they children
Anybody ever tell you different
They prolly lying tryna sell you something
Ain’t nobody tryna hear that woofin
Not a motherfucker in this world’ll tell me nothing
& somebody gonna play that game
THEY SAY IT”S ONLY FOR THE BIGBOYZ + GIRLZ 
But every game is really played the same
You gotta play it if you wanna get a turn
Hundred grand in the hand
what chu look at the pistol end for?
Spin it, close your eyes
All you hear is a click
Click – Click Click
HEAR NO CLAP
FEEL NO HEAT
CLICK then….
Whatchu gonna do now?
Click lock shoot bang ya dead (man) GOT CLAPP”D!!
Give the MANN- a HANND he might get CLAPP’D!!

It was a cruel summer
now get ready for a cold winter
Hot burners from slow dinners
Fast Streets
Private Soldiers for dough lenders
Whiter the crack, the wider the white of the eyes in em
And the meth venom
The dope sent em down the river and thru the hoods to red door clinic
Its no different from inherited wealth but
We only inherit the struggle that goes with it
Post no bills Ghosts in a shell system
Scapegoats they worship the lone shepherd
Willingly manipulated -- low effort
But who gives a fuck when you're broke, frozen in gold
Somebody tell me why Abdulle got shot
Was it the feds? Was it a plot?
All I know is I’ma hold his spot
Don’t even trip young bruvv
Hatchmarks in the clot
Last seconds on the clock
Tell em to Shoot for the moon
but not to aim at the block
nuthin bout a glock ever show me
how to Work a plan
CLAIM MY SPACE
Call it State Of Mind-Kurdistan

Whatchu gonna do now?
Click lock shoot bang ya dead (man) GOT CLAPP”D!!
Give the MANN- a HANND he just got CLAPP’D!!

Mike Mictlan "CLAPP'D"

From the new album ALL HANDS out now on Doomtree Records! 
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GRAY DUCK
Produced by Cecil Otter, Lazerbeak, and Paper Tiger
Guitar by Jake Hanson

(Mike)
Ride on Blue Boy dipped in a Uni / dickin on a squad car, vickin on a fully / sick as a Sunni, strapped with a bobby / pullin on the pin, he Tutankhamun / Boots to the ceiling, boostin the serum / so sincere, brutes new to the feeling / Ridin on the old scene, buck if you hear me / bucks for the fabric of your fiber / bricked, dips, blicks, big, brighter / Bees in a trap? No, bees in a hive / Gee is for Geezus, Gs and a nine / Oh is for O.G.s, grease in the eyes / crease in the khakis, piece to the side / Forgotten youth when older mutants played Magneto / we believed the strip and never plagiarized their credo / Fashion cutter for the fascist, dirty-lipped and truly goony / Looney Tune Schooly Ds come off cartoony / No King Cloak and Dagger, Lavabanger Legacy / No anonymity, no forced validity / False Hopes, we got close, man, we got ghost / tough shows and rough roads until every sign said, GO!

(Dessa) 
Take the skins / hang em on the walls / not trophies, just reminders / what is left here when we fall

(Stef)
Ay, I’m pushing up on your tempo / she too stoned Nintendo / I’m Vint Cerf, she Pink Floyd / I’m jumpin out the window / Sike, I’m fly, I float aight right by / cut my own moat / get by with my chose fam / dismantle thrones / All the fuck in your station / all up in your dark / awkward in ya Marc Maron conversations / call em out the park / hangin out then Van Halen cabs in your city / all up on your block opposite the cops / y’all should all fuck with me / style like a Cadillac / crash with a battle axe handy / Gucci store fire on the couture / then planes, trains, and automobiles, I’m John Candy / Y’all just can’t stand me / I make em feel ridiculous / pickin apart they postures put together meticulously awful / in the air, hostile / the fingernails, watch em / sit and stare, box em if I gotta / Panic is the fashion / I arrow to the action / Pied Piper through all types a shit / types like me y’all ain’t fuckin with

(Hook)
Go get it / or go without / You going nowhere / run that shit into the ground / Go get it / or go without / We go for broke / and run that shit into the ground

(Dessa)
Struck by lightning / with a hand in the sand / came to with a fist fused in glass / Closed the circuit skull full of white light, mouthful of ash / Sparks on the pavement / dragging the chain / anchor’s off, man, lost it again / steady on gotta push through the rain / weather in the veins, came for this / train for this, fuck / made for this, pray they miss, duck / duck gray duck gets up and running / rest fall back like a bridge in London / brand new brakes I never touch em

(Sims)
You’re all spin move, you’re doing too much / rental car, trick cigar / I’m just laughing while that whole thing blows up / looking like I’m Joakim Noah / black mask, take your gas money / my name is Sims but call me David Lynch, I make em act funny / I ain’t afraid to change lines, state, date, or face / I’m option two when you skate or die but still survive on basslines / at least for the next eight months / then I change up like it ain’t much / you do the Roger Rabbit in Shape Ups / still blabbing bout some frame up vision / MN living gray duck risen / nay fucks given, way subliminal / class-war criminal trying to make my stance more pivotal / see what is left is suspect / the Pepsi Gen went crystal meth / and punk rock dads scream rap is dead / I laughed until I lost my chill / I’m really real, half Built to Spill half Kill at Will / half shark alligator and my Philly filled / Mill City kid in the field / gritty is in the blood, proof is in the track / fifty in the tank, on you like a Mac Truck / roll with a ton on my back / better back up fast

(Hook)

DOOMTREE "Gray Duck"

The new album ALL HANDS out now www.doomtree.net/allhands

BEASTFACE
Produced by P.O.S
Guitar by Jake Hanson Additional vocals by Lizzo

Writer: Sims
Publishing: Sims is a Business (ASCAP)
Writer: P.O.S
Publishing: Half a Kidney, Half a Lung (ASCAP)
Writer: Mike Mictlan
Publishing: Deity for Hire (ASCAP)
Composer: P.O.S
Publishing: Half a Kidney, Half a Lung (ASCAP)

(Sims)
Now I’m playing with the house money / I’m out of mind, checked out, out of line / and if I come back it’s only good for store credit / no return no receipt / no surrender no surprise their / paradigm seems a couple dimes short of a sum that’ll change something / Tell me that the money matters / I’m outside setting fire
to the ladder / We came to aim / key rings and chains / we ain’t the same / I made my lane with the same paint / that they waste on the town that is owned by the bank / by the hope, by the throat, by the angst / by the hoax that is cloaked in a rank / pull up the people pull up the stakes / by the time that they pull up the tanks / Now you’re playing with the God money / looking like a little man, nose runny / Thinking on another plan, huh dummy? / Pull the teeth out man we’re all hungry
(Hook)
And I know where to look when I’m going, when I’m gone / when I’m broke, when I’m way out / I been living with the same sick that we all came down with / And I know where to go when I’m lost / where to cope when I need a little hideout / Nothing new under the sun / so head up and get up and get on the run
(Stef)
I got that beast face, I’m a trapper star / waking up muddy, going to bed bloody / Bees in a—wait—thieves in a trap / hands cover face, scream into that / Handle whose fate, strap in whose lap / not so much a weapon, Doomtree prepping / look back fondly, 20/20 calmly / dug a hole headed for the fuckin pine trees / Hit the passport, palm seas, cool breeze / Minnesotan, let it burn like the fall leaves color / nutter, stutter step the suffer / rep like a torch through butter, fucker
(Mike)
So you the Boogie Man, huh? / Where you at? I ain’t scared / Bend prism in the dark, dilated, workin with the moonlight / I can see who’s huntin / Wherever I go, there I am / eyes wide open, not for nothin / sucka headspin until it nod off / hyperventilated, mind eradicated / boy I’m lucky I made it, lil homie be a boy / Man that’s game, then why ya’ll runnin? / Bet I can see you in the dark Ghost Busted / what? I know who to trust now / And I never ever will, I never ever will again / break will to the inner boost feeling booze illin / who’s healin, who killin who, safe house new ceiling
(Hook)
(Hook)

DOOMTREE "Beastface"

Cecil Otter "Box Car Diaries"

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Known for welding hip-hop with guitar squalls and screamed vocals, on WDELH P.O.S. steps away from his noisy past in favor of futuristic beats fit for a Berlin nightclub. Though his hip-hop foundation is firm on tracks like the fiery “Fuck Your Stuff” and the funky “Wanted/Wasted,” the album brings banging new sounds from dance-oriented collaborators like German DJs Boyz Noise & Housemeister, Gayngs’ Ryan Olson, and Innerpartysystem’s Patric Russel

Also along for the ride are Bon Iver’s Justin Vernon (who lends his shapeshifting vocals to the heartfelt bear-hug of an anthem “Where We Land”) and P.O.S.’ trusted Doomtree co-conspirators Lazerbeak, Cecil Otter, Mike Mictlan, and Sims. Bringing it all into focus is all-star producer and mix engineer Andrew Dawson (P.O.S.’s former high school classmate), who has worked on platinum releases from the likes of Kanye West, Jay-Z, Beyonce, Rick Ross, Lil Wayne and Fun.

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P.O.S - Fuck Your Stuff

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