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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"

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"

Produced by Kno. 5th sneak peek from the upcoming "Strange Journey Volume Three". Pre-order NOW at www.CunninLynguists.com!

Kno: 
It's four o-clock on a Sunday morning 
Who the hell is calling my phone? 
Waking me up I'm stretching and yawning 
If you had any sense you'd leave me alone 

V1 (Natti): 
Wee hours of the morning and word is bond 
I’m in jail I need bail again, the word is bond 
Not James in a tux with olives draped on my cup 
With a dame all on me with healthy letters to cup 
So what up? 
Can you free me ‘fore my prints get back? 
And they run em through the system and realize that I'm black 
All I remember was the stripper then I faded to rack 
Said her name was December than she sat on my lap 
"Merry Crimmuh" 
Liquor and higher power my witness 
I thought fleeing The People was just a matter of fitness 
With all these nice drinks, compliments of Dennis 
Whoever the fuck that is 
"Dennis is this!" 
Two middle fingers up 
"Dennis is this!" 
Dennis tab maxed out on titties and fifths 
Whoever the fuck Dennis, is Dennis is pissed! 
Cus I don’t think that dude we was drinking with was Dennis at all, fam! 

V2 (Grieves): 
Ha, Yup, 
im aware it’s four in the morning 
but I just wanna tell you im drunk and im kinda horny 
I know it gets annoying, but I been losing my grip 
Every woman I talk to I treat like a fair piss and it’s a bitch 
Mainly cuz I now consider you one 
I wanna let you go but every time I seem to screw up 
Now that’s the problem with the space that you occupy 
It’s going great and then the thought of you would cross my mind 
A box of wine and a carton of coffin nails will 
Convince me now would be a great time for hate mailin’ 
Like "Hey bitch! How the hell have you been? 
Remember me? We were dating and you slept with my friends!" 
I just thought that I’d remind you in case you ever forget it 
And train yourself to believe that you're not a terrible wretch 
ha 
You broke my heart into like a million pieces 
So here’s another dim-litted picture of my penis 

V3 (Murs): 
Whoa! 
What the fuck is going on Grieves 
You saved my number under the wrong name in your phone? 
Is that a picture of your...? 
I'ma pretend I didn't see that 
All that rain got you suicidal up in Seatt...ohhhhh 
You had to much to drink again 
Whiskey & a cellphone ain't never gonna be your friend 
You booze you lose, homie you been warned 
You better off using your cellphone to watch porn 
Grab some lotion & a napkin 
Jack off off then pass out 
All these drunk texts'll have you fucked off and ass out 
I hope you black out before you do anymore damage 
I checked your timeline, homie...why you Tweetin in Spanish? 
I understand if this is what you gotta go through 
But when you sober up I got some screenshots to show you 
And Grieves, bro...you gonna be hella happy that all of them texts didn't go through

Drunk Dial f. Murs & Grieves

Produced by CAV | Downloads in lossless .wav format

California Sunrise ft. Dirty Gold

Get this song and the whole album for free at this link: http://guante.bandcamp.com/album/a-love-song-a-death-rattle-a-battle-cry

Produced by Graham O'Brien
Words by Guante
Mixed by Graham O'Brien at Bellows, STP
Art by Rogue Citizen- Matt McGorry: artwork, Lizardman: art direction.

Free Download

A Pragmatist's Guide To Revolution (Graham O'Brien Remix)

Written and performed by LoJak Noon.  Produced and mixed by Chikah.  Recorded in Ohio, USA, Planet River.

Copyright Pirate Radio Conglomerate 2025

ROCKSTAR SKINNY (prod. Chikah)

Mastered by Lil Vicoks

[ @zaxt4sy ]

ŞEYTAN KANI AVCUMDA
UYAN ARTIK RÜYADAN
GÜCÜMÜ ALIRIM ONUN YAŞAM SANCILARINDAN

DERİSİNDE İZİM VAR
İBLİS HEP ARAYIŞTA
DUYGULARI KİTLEDİM AKILDAKİ Bİ ÇUKURA

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UYAN ARTIK RÜYADAN
GÜCÜMÜ ALIRIM ONUN YAŞAM SANCILARINDAN

DERİSİNDE İZİM VAR
İBLİS HEP ARAYIŞTA
DUYGULARI KİTLEDİM AKILDAKİ Bİ ÇUKURA

ZİHNİMİN İÇİNDE HARAMİLER KEMİRİYOR BEYNİMİ CİNNETTEN
YAZILI KURALLARINIZA YOK TASMA KOPTUM KARA GERÇEKLİKTEN
DÜZENİN İÇİNDEKİ SAKLI RUHUM, NÖRONLARINDA LANETLİ KURŞUN
YAPACAĞIM İTİRAFIM YOK TANRIMA, VERDİĞİ BEDEN KİRİMLE DOLSUN

[ $hiro ]

DÜŞÜNÜP DURMANIN YARARI HİÇ YOKTA ZARARI VAR
OLMAZSAN DİKKATLİ BAKANLAR İÇİNİ GÖRÜR VE ELİNDE KALMAZ HİÇ KART
BEYAZ BİR KEFENİN İÇİNDE GEÇİYOR BİR ÖMÜR, ÖLÜME YOLCULUK BAŞLATIR DÖNGÜYÜ 
DÖNEMSEL YOK OLUŞ
DENGESİ BOZULMUŞ CESETLER HER YERDE VAR

HER YERDE SES HER YERDE AĞIT
KAFAMI ÇEVİRDİĞİM HER YERDELER
HER ŞEY YALAN HER YER KARA
GÖLGELER İZLİYOR ENSEMİZDEN
NASIL BU HİS? EDERİ NE?
KAYBOLDUM YOLUMU BULAMADIM
DEĞİŞMEYEN TEK ŞEYİM SANCILARIM
DUVARLAR YOK OLSA HATIRLARIM

FEEL THAT SHIT 6 DOUBLE 6
ENAYİ MÜRİTLERİN BANA FANATİK
HUH?
BENCE DEĞİŞMEZ KADERİN
ŞEYTANI UZAKTA ARAMA SURATIMA BAK
D VEDE E P E R S BİR DE O N A TO THE L TO THE I
Z VEDE A S TAPTAZE BİR DE Y TO THE O TO THE N TILL I DIE

Depersonalizasyon (Prod by utaxmane)

Instrumental - A Tribe Called Red
Writers - St. Paul Slim & Mastermind
Recorded, Mixed, Mastered - Stophouse Studios

Riot is a mirror to America. A battle cry. A people's anthem. A reminder, to not lay down and just accept societies bullshit if it doesn't agree with your inner-self. Make some noise, demand justice. 

Riot is the first single released via Stophouse Music Group since his collaborative project with PROF in 2009, Recession Music. Slim will be releasing singles all winter, be ready.

http://www.stophousegroup.com
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St. Paul Slim - Riot ft. Mastermind

Doomtree announce the release of their single “Spill Me Up,” the first taste of new crew music since 2015’s critically-acclaimed All Hands album.  The track, which just premiered on The AV Club, features raps by Sims, Cecil Otter, and P.O.S, with a banger beat courtesy of Lazerbeak.

The entire Doomtree collective (P.O.S, Dessa, Sims, Cecil Otter, Mike Mictlan, Paper Tiger, and Lazerbeak) are hard at work on solo projects this year and will be hitting the festival circuit this summer. Tour dates are listed below. Be on the look-out for a load of new tracks all summer long.

Doomtree Tour Dates
6/18/16 - Los Angeles, CA - Belasco Theater - http://rrfest.com
6/25/16 - Grand Rapids, MI - Electric Forest Festival 2016 - SOLD OUT
9/17/16 - Fort Wayne, IN - Middle Waves 2016 - http://middlewaves.com

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