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All hands

all hands

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"

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"

FINAL BOSS
Produced by Lazerbeak
Guitar by Jake Hanson
Additional bass by Adam Hurlburt and Ben Clark

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(Sims) 
There goes Johnny sweeping the leg / There goes Jake cuffing the hands / There are things that I’ll never understand / They’re just looking for a buyer / easy meat, cheap prey supplier / situation looking dire / shot back at the devil I was heavy under fire / It’s okay I’m reloaded / they can’t rap along but Goddamn they quote it / Goddamn it’s frozen / My heart is Minnesota, this boulder / If you didn’t notice, something inside of me is slowly exploding / I feel like Kobe on the sideline / Sidewinder missile, I am cyanide / inert for the last time, land mine / I am out of my Goddamn skull / pedal to the floor board I am all pulse / I don’t play fault, I just dust off / walk over them coals, iron out later / I ain’t waiting on an elevator / Each mark is a caption / Each line on my face shows exactly what happened 
(Hook) 
You’ll know what you need when it slips by / but I’m not looking back for the rest of my / Get up like I never fucking got up before / and I get it like I never fucking got it before / You’ll see how dark once they hit the light / know what I’ve made from the marks on my hands / Get up like I never fucking got up before / and I get it like I never fucking got it before 
(Dessa) 
Simon says / Miranda’s right / but William Tells it different / says Gideon / brought a rifle / was looking for a fight / The Housewives of Gomorrah / all boarded up from here to the border, sordid / falling on our own swords or standing still / heartbreak hill / I’ma make a fortune in small bills / to show that I can, give it back in my will / like the back of my hands I know hard work / my back, my hands / yeah both still hurt / Like a catamaran, two skins / one for the water / one for the wind / Like a battering ram, I get it in / lemme at it again and when the juniper blooms / we get a river of gin 
(Stef) 
Get up, let’s go, move homie right now / shut em up, they make it hard to keep the food down / Ninety-nine lives, livin by the Konami code / fold em all origami mode / Let the drama slow, never ever ever / I’m an adventure, keep em on they toes / Drippy-nose fucks flake, I dip past no breaks / skippin y’all, flipping y’alls hot cakes, eating / I’ma man the damn Weber / Stand aside, handle mine, add the cheddar / Kiss the chef / nah gut, skin, and eat the chef before he eats the rest / I’m here to keep the nest safe and sound the alarm / ride the earthquakes and hang ten harm / Y’all get tame, I’ma non-stopper / y’all flip the frame, we pull the copper

(Hook) 
(Mike) 
Python wings, viper claws / I been breaking all types of laws / diamond teeth, steel cut jaws / got raised by fightin dogs / Been around the block so many times, can’t find my house / wanna fit the earth in the palm of my hand but it keeps on bustin out / Father figure, figure 8, motherland turned motherboard / Satellite-ville fly the flag of the HD SMPTE color bars / Plasticine, whole world building outward / Second Life, no cheats for the first / Warp Whistle level up out the gutter, all hunger no thirst 
(Wait for it...Hook) 



Doomtree started as a mess of friends, fooling around after school, trying to make music without reading the manual. The group had varied tastes—rap, punk, indie rock, pop—so the music they made together often bore the toolmarks of several styles. When they had enough songs, they booked some shows. They made friends with the dudes at Kinkos to print up flyers. They burned some CDs to sell. The shows got bigger. Of necessity, Doomtree's seven members (Cecil Otter, Dessa, Lazerbeak, Mike Mictlan, P.O.S, Paper Tiger, and Sims) figured out how to run a small business. Lazerbeak's garage became the merchandise warehouse; P.O.S' mom's basement became the webstore. A decade and fifty releases later, it's all properly official—Doomtree is now a real, live label with international distribution—but not too much has changed. Doomtree still partners with people who aren't jerks. If they can't find something they need, they make it themselves. Although each member has a career as a solo artist, every so often the whole crew convenes to make a collaborative record as a group. The most recent Doomtree record was called No Kings. A lot of people liked it. Happily, some of those people were writers at places like Vice, NPR, Rolling Stone, etc. According to the Village Voice, Doomtree is "one of the most talented and dedicated rap groups working today." VH1 says the crew has "the aggressive energy of a punk act with just the right amount of hip-hop swagger." In support of No Kings, Doomtree made laps around the US and hit Europe a couple times too. They played at festivals like Lollapalooza, SXSW, and Belgium's Dour Festival.

The newest Doomtree record is called All Hands, due January 27th 2015. The title nods to the nautical rally cry, "All hands on deck," and the album stands as the most collaborative and cohesive project the crew has yet produced. The production from Cecil Otter, Lazerbeak, Paper Tiger, and P.O.S twists through 13 booming tracks, building the raw and epic soundscapes that the group has become well known for, while adding more of-the-moment musical elements and techniques for a genre-spanning effect. This is the sound of old friends fine-tuning their craft, both together and individually, for over a decade, and it shows. Lyrically, All Hands sounds hungry as all hell. The three-year gap between Doomtree albums has given each of the five emcees substantial time to grow as solo artists, and the group's return finds everyone tour-tested with plenty to prove. Sims, P.O.S, Mike Mictlan, Dessa, and Cecil Otter drive home razor-sharp cadences, hard-hitting punchlines, and monstrous choruses, passing the spotlight back and forth until the house lights come up.

To write All Hands, crew members sequestered themselves in a cabin with no cell reception to distract from the task at hand and no neighbors to be bothered by the music playing through the night. The process informed the product: the record creates and operates within its own sphere—a particular mix of menace, humor, beauty, and adrenaline. Though the Minneapolis sound is present on All Hands, the record is as much a product of seven friends, relying only on each other, working in international waters.

Both the catchiest and densest album in the group's catalog, All Hands adeptly walks a tightrope of immediately memorable hooks and in-depth lyricism that rewards repeated listens. The result is equally worthy of up-to-11 trunk-rattling drives as it is late-night headphone sessions.

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DOOMTREE "Final Boss"

The new album ALL HANDS in stores 01.27.15 www.doomtree.net

MY OWN NATION
Produced by Paper Tiger and Lazerbeak Additional production by Cecil Otter Guitar by Jake Hanson
(Sims)
I mean it, I live it / find a niche and then run with it / walk on the wing don’t flinch at the wind / even when that plane is tailspinning / Believe that when I leave I’m going to leave grinning, gritty / city different, singing like a spinning prop—stop, back to the beginning / Those Airwalks were no paradox, pushed my Powell past the Band Box / told my momma being landlocked on this blacktop was just not me / I never cared what gravity planned, I had my own design on a renegade thought / I escaped and I found me a clan but didn’t get away clean, I took a couple shots / I’ve been beat down but I smile like it’s my world, my wild life / I’m in flight, I’m sound bites and that’s my science applied right / and I live like fuck it, those rules are fake and they don’t apply / I’m going to shine until death unplugs it / I’m going to hang my letters in the sky
(Mike)
It’s the guilt of gold teeth, king shit / Lord of the Fly, EXU / Brillo, boppers, helicopters / hella choppers, hello coppers / Robbers got the jump say how high / Suspended animation casting shadows over the sun blind / from the light coming in from the outside / Grip the ground with both feet, hold tight / kiss the pound or the fists will fight / Feast or famine, at least the beast is rabid / increase the peace or cease the madness / Each is own but you eat the bone / the meat alone could bleed a stone / catch a 2 Piece or a Junior Spesh in my element way out my zone / Pro rate the program, slap pros / pop em off propane huff boy Space Cadillac / Auralac gutter punk class voyeur, Chef Boyar do tha deed for ya / Oye loco, bring the Coco Chanel covered in Soco / Cattle brand you a logo
(Hook)
And I fly a flag of my creation / I got my own nation / I’m in my own nation / I’m in my own / And we go for broke, no hesitation / What we want we take it / While they out there waiting / We on our own
(Dessa)
Bang for the buck—venison / Clean shot and a little luck, fed again / Don’t take much / off grid, off crutch / Let the wolves eat what the kids won’t touch / And I sweep my tracks behind me / take only what we earn / Better hope they can’t find me / learn real quick real witch won’t burn
(Stef)
I been gone / I been out there out here grinnin / been fuckin with the lights on / I been killing that I’m not livin that bullshit shit for years, bruh / We don’t even live here, bruh / I be leavin with the wind / I believe in getting in where the fuck you want / whether you fit or you build, bruh / Motherfuck wait / Giddyup or give it up or whatever / just gotta fill up the plate / more than keep up the pace / gotta kill up the race
(Hook)

DOOMTREE "My Own Nation"

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HEAVY RESCUE
Produced by Cecil Otter and Lazerbeak Guitar by Jake Hanson
(Hook)
They tried to attack you / They tried too late / We’re waiting on the storm to hide the wake / Bringing you up to the surface / dragging you up to the shore / holding you up to the sun like Is this yours? / It’s yours
(Cecil)
It’s yours right, this house with the boarded up doors right / poor site like maybe it’s mine and you made it
in time with the foresight / to light a torch and torch this place / coordinate my life with yours / private wars and a chore to relate in a world that you made fulla minor chords / Find the oars, lie in the wake / quiet your mind, they’re lying in wait / they’re firing everything all over everywhere / everyone in the asylum is safe / Wait, the size of the tide is—it’s rising again, so align with your horizons / So can I get a witness, can I get a clue / If I can’t, can I get an amen or a view / of the few and the proud that are crowding around the canals / in the masses to catch you and ration the savage of you / Grab for the branches, wrap them in you / we’ll scream to cause avalanches / that ceramic sunset’s for you
(Hook)
(Dessa)
Whitecaps break above us but at the bottom it stays calm / just the rising tides can touch us / just lift you up and set you down / But danger is as danger does / There’s a motor in the water and it’s coming for us / and I can smell the gasoline, smell the rust / and I can’t move fast enough away / Break, make for the deep end / don’t wait for me / cause I’ll be damned if they get another / just to catch and / catch and release
(Stef)
Choked, blotter on the tongue / water in the lung, trippin / hotter than the sun, fodder for the big guns / finished with your fun, know I’m not the one / Time crawls and I’m still here somehow beggin / still fear that I’ll waste my life on the end of your impulse / lettin the lead fly from your weapon / Hit or miss, bigger fish and a sea full / of deceitful creep people / Lust betrays, sweat the sheets through / So I stash and I grasp and I laugh and I plan it / keep it on the run like mechanics / You say Don’t hold your breath / you say Don’t sit and wait / Cause when you’re up then you’re out / and the fuss and the pout won’t work / don’t push them brakes
(Sims)
They came up the coast with a cavalcade / these seas I just can’t navigate / so I recalibrate / then bend the frame until the image freed up from the acetate / I was at the helm with the map and the loop / looking for a keyhole to pass on through / they were waiting outside with incisors / ready to devise, divide, and syphon the fuel / they just shoot, they just shoot / hand in the mouth from the garden we grew / so I’m carving until I make a shape that suits / fly the sail so the space match too / and all I wanted was good and free / and my hands were good enough / paid up with a couple cuts / bob and weave / find a space between and a cut above
(Hook)

DOOMTREE "Heavy Rescue"

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80 on 80
Produced by Cecil Otter
Additional production by Lazerbeak and Paper Tiger Guitar by Jake Hanson, Bass by Adam Hurlburt
(Stef)
Solo on a stretch tryna catch a check, patch a debt / four more in the set, windows plus the vent, so Midwest / Super live I sorta death-defy / Daily babies occupy that space between them ears and eyes / Flavor country oozing out my dark and stormy lung, iron blood / We don’t mind a murder if we bored as fuck, bring a flood / I got scuba stuff, I got mukluks, buckle up and shut it / Guzzle up it’s 40 bucks a tank, 80 on the cruise / Wavy on the move, duck 5, crazies on the loose / Hazy on the clues, eyes wide at all times / except sleepin, but who gets much a that even / I’m backseatin a nap, then I’m backflippin to Cleveland or wherever / prolly, anywhere the map show / If they got the tab I can toss the ole lasso and catch hell / and heaven’s always in the rearview / I only ever stay for a second / there’s always shit to do
(Sims)
My recent bio reads I’ve been split into a thousand pieces / with a length of twine and a working thesis / still waiting on my come to Jesus moment / in an old interstate hotel room somewhere outside of Omaha / door unlocked, looking at these paintings / this La Quinta is looking like a scene from No Country / thinking about death, God, love, and nothing / cicadas humming / cigarettes and lightning bugs / not stopping for nothing / I slash I burn, dead weight behind bumper / outrun headlight, heart pound like drummer / dust kick through vents / rust hang off Ford / cigarettes and lightning bugs / red lights all ignored
(Hook)
Out here time slows / Full tank, ready to go / Lose an hour, gain it back and roll / Only lines I stay in dot the road
(Dessa)
Living out of my left pocket / out-of-state plates / Gotta take my notches with me / rented room, the bedpost stays / Out here it’s all Bruno Mars and zero bars / so who I gotta talk to to get a little bar food after hours / been working hard all night, we grind it fine as flour / tonight it’s my town / go tell your dogs to lie down / I came a long way, came the long way, and I aim to make that whole way count / I’m a train outta track / I’ma take, I’m attack / gotta make way or make waves / get in or get back
(Mike)
So outta bounds, outer space / gotta make good what we started / deploy, shove off to troubled waters / by the board or off the shore, bring only what’s for barter / Time slows, back home is by the minutes / back home is always forward, they don’t need you in it / it’s wide roads, slim seconds at the finish / before you know it, the game is winning
(Hook)
(Cecil)
Say what, as I pick you the flowers and show up / I’ve been so ashamed of my love / and the moment you feel it you say what, so what

DOOMTREE "80 on 80"

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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"

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THE BENDS
Produced by Cecil Otter
Additional production by Lazerbeak
Vocal sample by Will Humphries, Guitar by Jake Hanson, Additional vocals by Joe Mabbott and Isaac Gale
(Dessa)
Leave when the snow melts / on the first clear night / River runs deep / walk against it / Walk til the Southern Cross peaks on the west edge / of the brine lake at the dredged end / Ruts in the mud, then gravel, then a paved one / left at the Amoco, right at the station / First train—wait / take the second headed east
/ window seat, pretty girl with the gold teeth / has a hotel key with your name on it / Stay on it til the train hits the border in the morning / Duck the conductor, leave through the back door / wait for my sign on the platform / Smoke on the skyline / welcome to Delphi / They’ll come with questions / answer what you can / everybody knows the new oracle’s at hand
(Hook)
Oh, there prolly ain’t another way / and I watch so amazed / and float through everyday / hoping I don’t float away / that I don’t float away
(Stef)
Cold world, no blanket / dark nights, no Batman, what up? / I keep a nail in the hand and a hammer on
the nightstand / locked in, no B plan / Keep the mouth shut, let em stay lost / radio up, radio off / Either
no guts or it’s so what / rather read up then trust my neck to the blood suck / Full moon, hand fulla silver bullets / high noon all day with these assholes / How soon is too soon to pull it when I doubt they count they paces at all / So fly took a bullet in the wax wing / so high but didn’t get the chance to melt / so tight how when he came down didn’t even look scared / just eased on back into the veldt
(Hook)
(Sims)
The woods are deep / yeah them woods are deep / I was drinking that cheap shit to fall asleep / and really solely to hold my feet / because these days I’ve been taking that heavy so lightly / that I might float away completely / in my psyche I’m the natural man in a Black Friday stampede / LED murder spree for cheap / and the video screams Worldstar War Z / I’m feeling dirty but feeling so good I just smile at the thieves / fold up a note in the breeze / I’ve got a few miles to go before I concede
(Hook)
(Cecil)
You got it wrong, but you got it made / a lot of weight but you gotta wait for a lot of aid though / and I’m not a maid or amazed by the raise in your payroll / ergo silence the offers / High-wire walkers, child actors / ain’t vying for your father figure fodder / Otter out, we outta town, you outta line you lil faulker / taut line from the dock to the Oscars
(Mike)
And I’m reading like a Rorschach / hiding lines in the pantomime, allegory in a smirk / Where my eyes won’t take you my moves do that work, a nonverbal creep / Where the O.G.s weep / slide, slip, test glide / Connect like catchin rec like R-E-S-P-I-R-ation from the Westside / Now it’s strong in the Midwest in my own nation
/ got a fam and we crewed up in sub-clans, no subjugation / with the wings and the chops, put the beans
in the pot / like the seeds to the crop, Doomtree No Kings cut the top / head em off at the neck, better off dead, dead em all / better them than you, right? / Forever type shit
(Hook)

DOOMTREE "The Bends"

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GENERATOR
Produced by Paper Tiger Guitar by Jake Hanson
Generation generators / spark up the accelerator / Gas pedal, gas pedal / push it, push it / This is never settle
(Mike)
Clock em all day, chunk em all night / lookin for a fight / lean to the right or leave on your left / lean to the chest, drink to that bite / fock around and swing on a bigger man / Bing bing bing bing / ding ding, the bell ring in my head / shaved clean off the cleaver hand / Now the dude tink tink / click when he blink down the ramp of the minivan / Cuffs clink when they link round the wrist and I think / when I’m gonna sleep when I’m gonna eat again? / Give a what whatchoo think / give a none less whatchoo gonna do about / In the Minne we penny pinchin / any inch in we take a mile, style with a dump of pitch in, fixin a cinch / Have a Coke and a smirk, I’ll smack the taste out your shirt / Rushdie that or run a check / catch a fade or catch respect / Move around with a gat from a gun show / middle of a murder ‘Merica, murder murder not scareda ya / yeah I hearda ya, crew out like a hernia / We out
(Stef)
Had a rough one, the type make a man wanna jump from the top / and it sucks, make a tough wanna chuck hella rocks at the cops / but he stuck with his middle finger up lookin dumb on the block / out of luck with his generator dry tryna find a way to not die / Caught wide, open in the out there, no shade / going for the next wave, close shave / but he running out the clock though / Rock those in they silly ass faces / yeah, any damn day / I’ma reach out, you can touch faith / they can douse mud, we can soak bleach / Teach, work, live, speak that Doomtree
(Hook)
Generation generators / spark up the accelerator / Gas pedal, gas pedal / Push it, push it / This is never settle / This is my theme song / hard as the brick that I cut my teeth on / soft as the science made you / push it, push it, push it / farther, louder, harder
(Dessa)
Full figure, nah full fact / bad with a ten-key, better with a black Bic / Ratchet clip for a garter belt / going Sally Hansen, nails hard as hell / Is that moonshine in a champagne flute? / Old English in a new tattoo? / What we do to be last the man standing / break an ankle to stick the landing / And I’ll be singing in the silo, let that echo clear my head / learn to tolerate the iocane, got real good at playing dead / Call to arms young statuettes / coquetting’s clever yet, bet / Venus de Milo’s better with her bayonet
(Hook)

DOOMTREE "Generator"

The new album ALL HANDS in stores 01.27.15 www.doomtree.net

OFF in the DEEP
Produced by Paper Tiger Guitar by Jake Hanson
(Stef)
Off in the deep, awesome often / no question, please back up off em / Back then we was on one / now we on two with like optional caution / Watching them watch, boss is a bit scared of the flock / lost in the mix, dare to get caught where you wouldn’t be dead / Better off, lead foot, yeah ready get set / Ain’t nothing better than kickin dust like you don’t give a shit / ain’t nothin new about this, ain’t nothing truer than death / eggs and wakey bakey babies, crazy for sleeping through this / Slippin hallucinogens into they juice and they gin / making Beliebers out of em, split em like 7 and 10 / Gutter baller stutter strut, fuck is up / Nutter Butter and a Snapple apple in a plastic cup / what the what
(Sims)
And I was all hunt / aimed it at the sun / banged it then I run / and it ain’t the same as I painted it / but damn if it ain’t fun / I was working on imperatives while they were crafting narratives / about who they are and what they do / I was on that show and prove / but that going for broke almost broke me in two / I laid it all on the line / no fault but the earth moved and I sunk in / and there it is somewhere along the way I buried it / I still don’t have that figured out / now I’m digging out / And I dig in, gun packed / trying to get that hunt back / I need a kill, need a kill / that’s how I was built / High wire no net / scars match, whole set / out for the kill, for the kill / for the thrill of it all
(Dessa)
I was young, my blood electric / head on fire / kissed every messenger / better yet got to send some myself / spent whole nights banging the bells / I was kite / above the water / too light for fears of falling / Every night went on and on and on and on / Didn’t want to lace it all up tight / wanted to catch the falling knife / running on faith and fallen arches / calling all archers to let fly / The shock of your body awake / a temple a tomb and a safe / it runs til it doesn’t, they come and take it away

DOOMTREE "Off in the Deep"

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