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P.O.S and Astronautalis have joined forces to form FOUR FISTS. Doomtree Records proudly presents their debut release: a limited-edition 7-inch featuring two new songs, “Please Go” and “MMMMMHMMMMM,” and the instrumental version of each.

Astronautalis is part emcee, part method actor, with an uncanny ability to channel characters on the edge—of a breakdown, of a revelation, of a fistfight. P.O.S (Rhymesayers/Doomtree) made his name as a gifted risk-taker, fashioning head-nodding beats from strange noises, and writing anthemic lyrics from unexpected vantage points.

These first two tracks from FOUR FISTS were produced collaboratively by the duo, holed up in P.O.S’ attic during an exceptionally brutal Minnesota winter. In these songs, listeners will hear the rappers’ usual sharpness and a nod to traditional notions of hip-hop collaborations, but their noir approach yields an entirely new sound: dark choral layers and punk rock gang vocals create a sense of impending doom. “Please Go” is a haunting number that runs on thick, brooding bass; it’s shaped by a frayed synth, whispered vocal takes, and soaring strings that sweep in and out of the darkness like cars passing in the distance. “MMMMMHMMMMM” opens with quick snares, in the sharp staccato stabs of an Underwood typewriter, and a bass synth that pulses like an idling outboard motor, till the track explodes into a wall of layered drums and throat-shredding vocals—P.O.S and Astronautalis at their most deadly. The two songs clock in under 8 minutes and still hit like a ton of bricks, leaving you dizzy, breathless, and eager for this duo’s coming full length album.

Four Fists "MMMMMHMMMMM"

Rythme Inferno

The Travelers

The Impossible Kid

Rings

Southsiders

We Ain't Gonna Die Today

Let Me Know That You Know What You Want Now

Are You Gonna Eat That?

Garfield

A Healthy Distrust

Sea Lion

Shrunk

Dorks

Lyrics and vocals by @yeahrightpos and @Astronautalis
Produced by @breakmaster-cylinder
Additional drums and arrangement by @SubpYao

"Dork Court" off of Four Fists new album 6666
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All’s quiet on the interstate 
Except for who you think?
Drivin, tryna innovate
Born to be wildlife
Born to be bored and get busy 
Born to be styled right 
Born to lose but do it pretty 

Born a snake
Grew into some newer type manure 
Sooner hit the sewer, fuck what alla yous are doing
Mostly roll with kooks
Heh
Mostly roll alone
Whippin through wherever 
Too fast, ignore my phone more

Five thousand five hundred fifty six
Unread emails
Mary’s mad
I give a shit but kinda don’t 
Heh
Good at business!
I’ll keep the sanity 
Provided to me 
Skipping prison 

And hustle, hustle
And fuss over the illest shit
And dumb numb
Somehow I’m never ever feeling it
Listening intent
They see and say to pay the rent 
My sentence is meant 
Them toys could use a circuit bent

Circumvent 
Circle talk
Roll a eye
Wiggle walk
Evasion nation 
Pigs fly
Dogs talk
People love having human arguments with fucking bots 
People love hanging out in puddles wearing baggy socks

Come the entire fuck on!
I’m head to toe in Karl Kani and Sean Jean
And Wu Wear and oatmeal’s on the rider
Gambling on Shark Tank
You lame mouth
For that reason I’m out 
THANKS!

All’s quiet on the western front
‘Cept me my weird friend
On that rattle and hum
Live and direct, back in the saddle for once
Never tipped a cattle
But “Still Tippin” till cows’ll come home

Cowboy with the gold front grill
Paul Wall with the drawl
Paul Newman with the grin
Paul…Paul..Fuck!
Ran out of “Paul”s dawg
I guess I should pause now?
Fuck it, too far gone!

Ain’t no damn way to turn back now
So “Don’t Look Back in Anger” like I’m Liam or Neil
Yeah, I know it’s “Noel” and it’s spelled like “noel”
But his mama should’ve thought of that when she named the asshole!

Fuck you and the horse you rode in
I’ll burn your house down like Lisa “Left Eye” Lopes
Only on the Facebook to let you know when shows is
So you can let Russia tap all my phones, bitch!

Don’t at me bro!
Stay out of my mentions
Don’t talk to me or my sons again and
Don’t try to tell me J.Cole’s worth a listen
He just writes the same shit over
Like Bart in detention!  

Calm down now!
Order in the dork court!
You sound dumb like white people sayin “norf norf”
Of course for sport I can bring more force
But your mom is on the porch
Saying you got more chores

So go fold your drawers
And don’t make no noise
Our you’ll have to move back in with your dad
Like they threatened in divorce court

6666

Dork Court