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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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CABIN KILLER
Produced by Cecil Otter, Lazerbeak, and Paper Tiger Guitar by Jake Hanson
(Dessa)
Like the clock in the gut of the gator / they all talk (tick) / Earned every dime in my pocket / they pocket watching / Eyes wide—you must of gotten in the belladonna / watch if you wanna / I work in that Castellano lisp / French Resistance / Oxford comma / Get press like I’m all cuff and collars / Winter’s brisk, double down, if you’re gonna stay on it / seasons here even freeze the deep water / But it keeps the genes hardy / So feed a fever, the winter we starve keep / razor in the cheek / robin in the ribcage / braided in the street / hair down in the crib stay / easy on the beat / mouths get easier to feed / Meter’s running, every minute gotta matter—move / I got a minimum to meet
(Sims)
I’m in that two-seater beater bumping Big Freedia / scheming on something I could eat up / with this dime and this nickel / I might take down Visa for the three percent I feed them / I am not your profit / I am Travis fucking Bickle / kill a paparazzi lobby / bring the body down to Lockheed / stuff it in a Maserati / just playing, that’s just the funny shit I’m dreamin / while I’m pouring your Chianti / serve a couple tables and I’m off on my Bianchi / I’m outie kemosabe weaving all these zombies by me / money, money, money all they ever fucking say / I should’ve left yesterday / Okay I need a couple bucks to fill my cup and you know this / but holding on to something gold never was the focus / never fell for the hocus pocus, it’s all bogus
/ bullshit, goldfish, guppies, yuppies fucking disgust me / ugly man, I’m sick of this shit so I untie my wrists / and I undock my ship / I dream a new planet with only fun occupants / so I uncock my hips and I dance like an idiot / see how electric my city is / Lake City pacemaker / put the pulse in it / Big Sims and I keep it authentic
(Mike)
Running Man jump back, bio-funk divisible / Hungry Jack swing, hide your trunk visible / Steel wool brillo teeth, sleepin like I’m Hampton / Leak blood in widow's peaks, geekin up vampin / C’mon Dougie I been rap—frrserious / 4 minus 5 (1) Fantastic Furious / WWF, www dot calm the fuck down right now / or you’ll get WW3’d, all of you dummy to me / money turn putty when fuddy duddies act funny with me / D-Bo everything, eenie meanie that’s mine / I said gimme guh-gimme gimme gimme plenty / Beamer and the Sim simma / The Vimmy, the semi / Petty bounty, any penny or any fedi / Homie is you relevant? Lemme get a piece / I’ma retell it, develop it, sell it to the beast / Rollin in a bread box, mayo spillin / on the ceiling, bailing 187 / Satan kneeling, hailing, doing my bidding / grillin, never chillin, I’m Hella Frreal / Peeling on God’s lemons, spillin milk, drowning kittens / Sick hurlin, feelin like I’m illin, wheelin, and dealin / Mike the Thriller, chill killer it’s been a minute / You can show and prove, I’ma stand and deliver it
(Cecil)
I’m peeling off into the city lights / dripping like Dali in the alleyways / I had my way with the ways of the world but the world found its way back / Gray slacks, paid tax / laid tracks to the last spike / but that was last night / wait um, that was just the D M T um / we young, we dumb, we fulla gun powder
(Stef)
We got em back against they feelings / they bent, they went willing / we didn’t push em / nah, tell them fuckers to Stay Puft / Marshmallow men, harsh mellows / when they get in ya space then settle in / never let em again / Throw piss, throw em off of ya scent / and never let em again / they placate like we here to pretend / never let em in

DOOMTREE "Cabin Killer"

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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"

The new album ALL HANDS in stores 01.27.15 www.doomtree.net

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"

SIKE
Produced by: Adam Pickrell
Sequenced & Arranged by: John Congleton
Additional Drum Programming: Bird Peterson 
Horns: Reggie Pace

 I've been on some burn it down, leave this town, never look back shit 
Passing out on your couch, sneaking out the back tip
 Ripping credit cards out your mailbox snatch it
 Charge it to the game playboy, it's practice
  They been on some got this, squat this, reroute the power grid
 Cops can't stop this, over our dead body bitch
 Eat this, drop this, turn it up louder kid 
Put it down in our path? Million ways around that shit  
We backstage sterilizing tattoos with beer 
You cats stay paralyzed by bad news and fear 
You underage and they ain't fucking let you in here 
Fake ID G, and buy us all beer  
I’m sick of kids who sit and bitch about how they can't get into shit 
Ya "woe is me" steez, just getting bit ridiculous
 Fucking A, you're underage, that means they just slap your wrist
 If not, you're young and fit, “Yeah Bitch! Out run the pigs!”  
Ha! And give em all trophies
And some orange slices 
Yeah, y'all already know me 
One of the only that's really grindin’
  Lazy motherfuckers wanna call it luck 
Be real motherfuckers know there ain't no such
 Thing cause i mean there ain't no free lunch
 You better fix your own plate or serve one to us
  Go on pray to your God, or complain on facebook 
Stay waiting for your Dad, to come save the day dork
 Voted for Obama, and expecting changes It’s just one big party all giving the same gifts  "SIKE!"  Like a P.O.S T-shirt! 
YIKES!  It’s only gonna get worse! 
RIGHT?  This beat Is kinda bzerk 
Turn it up louder till my fucking teeth hurt!
  Yeah girl, I own some gold teeth
I’m southern, I was taught to hold heat
Ain’t no gangster, I’ll tell that true
Rick Ross just a cop with some bad tattoos

Florida baby, yeah my neck stay real red
While you make believe pushing that white shit
You dress up gangsters can play pretend
I stay slangin that white girl round my bed

Young Steve McQueen spit that dick game
You tweet real bossy for a bitch with a tin chain
I don’t need no Maybach just to sharpen my pimp girl
Pull girls on my bike they ride my handlebars home, man!

Ooh!  Put my word on that chief
Rihanna gonna haller, the way I murdered that beat
A condom like an umbrella, King Kong in the bed sheets
Just haller at a fella when you’re done with that dead beat!

CHORUS

 See, I can write your dumb raps 
Pay me, and go buy some hubcaps
 Fake G’s talkin bout gun claps
 Ain't gonna happen, like A-Rod's come back
  Talent is cheap, money's all made up
 Gallons of beam, and the speakers based up
Fuck it!  I got nothing left to say son 
Y'all get Cryphy!  Thank you Based God! 

CHORUS 

"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion."
-Albert Camus


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Aesop Rock - Rings

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LYRICS:
I can take my finger off, old dog old trick
New twist, like actually take the finger off
Wrap it in a blanket as you would a 
severed horse head, mail it to a friend you
wanna pinky swear more with, and should
they need a forearm or something they
can practice drawing skulls on, cut it
from the shoulder while the saw's warm, the
full appendage really make a world of 
difference, included too are 30 teeth to
chew out all your critics, 32 would've 
been perfect, 2 were casualties of
it's - its, I always wanted radder things for
Christmas, the rest work cool, I'm shipping
out a torso in the A.M., you should learn
to hit the organs every time at 40 paces
It's important, I can't explain why now, by
the way, legs in a crate delivery by
today, if a uniformed man knock-knock, sign
his documents, you shouldn't have to walk
out to the mailbox for the other shit

my mom was a lunch lady when I was in elementary school
she was outside during recess, she has a whistle and I thought
that that was cool, she was really nice to all the kids who didn't
have a lot of friends, she would give them hugs and tell them jokes
or she'd play catch with them, and my dad worked at the laundromat
which was really cool to me, I'd get to open up the washing machines,
and clean them out, and collect the money, and I'd open the soap 
dispenser and put new little boxes of soap inside, I knew how it worked
and I was good at it, and helping out filled me with a sense of pride,
I would meet all kinds of people there and I would look them in the eye,
and I'd say "Hi, excuse me, but do you mind if I shine the glass while 
your clothes dry?"

my whole life is a delicate cycle. 

Inside a jar with a lid, a giant arm
with a hand, they say it used to walk
upright and like New York after 10, one
day it woke up out of order nothing more
to extend, delicate cycle in the alpha of its
orbiting's end, when interpersonal
skill is already poor at its best, a
conversation can be riddled with exorbitant
debt, and you don't know it, but I owe you
more than I've kept, so if you find a biohazard
by your door on the step, maybe it couldn't 
find its faculties but swore it would help, 
wanted to be a larger part than his 
abnormalcies let, hang on, I'm over-nighting
eyes with a headlight deer stare, one up
vin van, pus an ear pair wear them if you
need a new perspective on a weird year,  and
one day when I'm better we can square 
away a fair share, the last frame silhouetted
by the sun was an air mail stamp on a 
still-warm tongue. 

I was twenty-six years old the first time I lived in a house with a
washer and dryer in it and that's the year I bottomed out, maybe
what was missing was the sense of community that comes from 
hauling your big old load out in public and airing your dirty laundry 
in the company of other people who also don't have the
amenities at their convenience in a home that's so set up that
they never have to leave, I miss the smell, the dust, the coins, the
trust, the squeaky carts, the vibrations, the bucket full of bleach,
the dryer sheets, the old pay phone, the giant sink, I'd watch my
daddy mop the floor and my heart started with a quarter. 

my whole life is a delicate cycle. 

DOOMTREE "The Bends"

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