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 "Please Go"

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Hitman

A Healthy Distrust

Bridle

Slow Down Gandhi

Together/Apart

On The Rocks

Lyrics:

[Conscience a.k.a. Treefrog]
This is a time of growth for those that know
And it's a time of hope for those that don't
But if you're mind is open you'll get shown
We've had our sights blinded; All of my like-minded
People need to get up and discover the right time; it's now
Just start opposin' the powers that are rose
In ancient days; And pave the way to disclothe it
So control it's sickening; Most just sit and stare
At a television with a distant glare
And I'm ashamed to admit it, I'm a slave to the shit
As much as anybody but I'm not afraid of it
This is where the change comes in, this is where we make some difference
Embrace what's within us; And escape from this prison
All it takes is a little bit of faith
And a little bit of love to get rid of all the hate

[Chorus]
But the thing about it is we can't just sing about it
We can't just sit around and wait until they thin us out
We figure out where we're goin' while we live in doubt
If you want my truth, listen now, we'll just think about it
The thing about it is we can't even think about it
Can't afford a minutes time to figure how to bring about a change so
Take a second and shake your head and then
Take a step ahead and think about it

[Dusty Melodica]
Now the ball is in our court while we sit and watch passively
The face of the earth changes drastically after we
Clear space at this rate for strip malls and factories
We risk take a cruel fate at a pace beyond gradually
No more crops for us to harvest and feed
Self-seficiency replaced by clone copy-written seeds
Now ask yourself how can we be free
When the water that we drink is owned by some company

[Metty the Dertmerchant]
I hear the weap of the streets and cry's of the skies
See weakness disguised as disceiptful lies
But we all lead to survive; And sleep through our lives
Weedin' for highs, all sheep and no pride
Never speak of a lie; I let the fear fortify
My inside's'll die tryin' to fit in the design
I'm reminded daily of world gone crazy
Guns mean safety for orphan babies
Ignore the distortion, you're forced to perceive and believe
What's supersede's as love but who agrees

[Chorus]

[Mos Eisley]
You survive in the wild with a wife and child
Our whole human history's a line, a type and a file
So live your life in denial, and try to live on your own
Without ya color t.v., heat, a fridge or the phone
While the average guy lives an elaborate life
Waits days a slave wage beneath a passionate eye
Now we ovulate, copulate and overpopulate
Never stop to think about the things that we were taught to hate
Now the stage is set, watch the players place their bets
Take a sec, shake ya head, feel alive, make em' sweat
Realize that the system can't exist with out belief
Appreciate ya true potential, un-twist your mouth and speak
We're workin' on buildin' a world our children can live
Understand I can't be free while your still in this prison
And I can spend my days preaching as so on and so forth
But it won't change 'til we don't want to go on no more

[Chorus] - 2X

[Conscience a.k.a. Treefrog]
This is a time of growth for those that know
And it's a time of hope for those that don't
But if you're mind is open you'll get shown

Natural Progression

Sweatshop Union - The Thing About It

Title track from the new Four Fists album 6666 - in stores october 12, 2018 
Pre-order today at http://smarturl.it/fourfists6666
Tour dates: http://doomtree.net/shows

@fourfists is @yeahrightpos + @astronautalis
produced by @letmode 
additional edits + arrangement by @subpyao

I ain't never been to war
Knock on fucking wood
Neither have you
So, we’re doing pretty good
I ain't never killed a man
Once I stole to eat
I knew I wouldn't starve
So, it’s all just make believe

I think I'm George Patton
Herbert Hoover
Speaking Shakespeare to the stones
And hope that they'll be moved by words
Turn rivers into reservoirs 
I think I’m...fuck it!
I used to think I was Casanova
But I crumble nowadays
Whenever I sleep without her

I used to worship “Papa”
Spanish Civil War
Fishing off the Keys
Bullfights and cigars
Man, that shit don't work for me
I'm on some, “Fuck Bukowski!”
Heaven help us if Isaac Brock was right
Turning over every single stone in search of signs of life

It's kinda nice!
Quiet life
Far from the guns of war
Run my fingers through the grass 
And listen to you talk
Sunlight in the curtains
Freckles on your skin
This is my Everest, this my Silk Road,
this my south pole, Shackleton

Yeah, life is protest
We are weapons
God damn, love like Arab Spring
There are frontiers
They are endless
And they’re in our everything

[CHORUS]
The sun ain’t set on me yet
I ain’t got much, but I’m not alone
Inside each life there are four fists
We are made whole through our broken jaws
Broken jaws

I'm ready, I’m patient, I wait
Wait…Wait…
No I ain't
I'm scared and I'm quick to escape 
“Yeah, he went that a way” 
Maybe flattered and scattering?
Or flattened and shattering?
Or collecting data?
I don't have an idea that isn't unraveling 

WHOA!
Free where the breeze will take me
Helium and balloon but no string
This what nobody wanted
We stuck so far under 
We so out of sync 
Just remember to breathe
Just remember to be
Just remember how beast you be
Reach for like anything 
Do that shit easy

Nothing comes easy
Just take it easy
Do what the needs be
There ain't no freebies 
Earn what you keeping
Or think they do not need me
Cuz they don't if you sleeping
Caught in the romance and drama of, “woe is me!”
Stopped em from catching they opening
And there won't be credits 
This won't stop happening, ever

[CHORUS]

I'm learning it never makes sense
And that's ok
That life is a weapon itself
With the sharpest blade

There is not a heaven or hell
Just each day
And life is a death in itself
And I can change

I'm learning to let go as well
It’s so strange
The past is a part of me now
There's no escape

I made up the bed by myself
So I'm sleepin in it
There is no erasing the past
To get back what I lost cuz
I ain't dead yet!

I ain’t dead! (x 1000)

6666

This song was written and recorded in 2001 for the Sage Francis "Sick of Waging War" mix CD. It features Eyedea and Slug on vocals. Not only was this beat produced by Eyedea, but it was also recorded and mixed in his home studio. We lost Micheal "Eyedea" Larsen in October 2010. Here is Sage's write-up about how we lost a beautiful man, musician and artist much too soon: http://tinyurl.com/TheManBehindTheEyedea

"Sick of Waging War" is available on CD and MP3 at http://biturl.net/wagingwar