great voices... driving and intelligent beat

Created an account just to say that were it not for the included lyrics I would not have grasped just how sick Mictlan's line here is.  Mac shortcut references?  Cot dammit Mikey.

Minneapolis is the beat place for hip hop this is just another example  

this is hot, cant say its like everything else, cause its not!!!

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If Woody Guthrie, Doc Holiday, and the Pied Piper were looking to play a game of spades, Doc would ring up Cecil Otter.

"1999" is a track from Rebel Yellow, his first official full-length album, and it is Cecil at his finest. He's a prophet turned cardshark. He's striking matches on his whiskers and lighting up your cigarette. He's buying the saloon a round, then conducting their ensemble with a loaded pistol and a whisky on the rocks. 

Rebel Yellow is available on CD &amp; MP3 Download at www.StrangeFamous.com

Cecil Otter of Doomtree - 1999

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"

THE GOLDEN RULE (RAPPIN 4TAY AND GIFT OF GAB)

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"

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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 UNWRITTEN MANUAL (original)

Doomtree "The Grand Experiment"

"Graffiti Writer Killed" is the first single from Blueprint's upcoming Vigilante Genesis EP, produced entirely by Aesop Rock. Vigilante Genesis is out May 27th. Preorder here: bit.ly/VGpreorder

Blueprint "Graffiti Writer Killed" (prod. Aesop Rock)

No Hustling: Eligh's Ode to the 06010

Sean Anonymous & DJ Name - Clock In Feat. Sims

Doomtree - Little Mercy

Electric Heavy Glow...

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CREDITS:
Written by Dessa
Produced by Cecil Otter
Recorded at The Birdcage
Featuring Jessy Greene on violin

LYRICS:
Fifteen years from tonight 
You have to make a decision 
The greatest love of your life
Is gonna call during dinner…
From the home of the girl 
That he’s living with now. 
The guilt he’ll say is killing him
He’s wilted in the middle and 
He knows how bad he acted
Knows he can’t have you back
But the fact is he can’t be happy 
When you’re angry and you’re so angry 
He says you stayed so mad. 
He heard it on the street that 
You moved back in with your dad
You were drinking something awful 
And that makes him sad.
Then he says it’s good 
To hear your voice again
And that it’s hard to ask it, 
But he’s calling with a question. 
He’s been working real hard
Tryna make a new start
An honest-to-god fresh beginning 
So maybe you could try to 
Finally find in your heart
To forgive him. 

(Chorus)
You’ve already been here before 
You already know where it goes
You chose this, you know 
It’s supposed to be over. 
Refrain. 

He hung up the phone
You listened to the dial tone 
And you stared at the stove 
Until the beeping started 
You read some love letters some threats 
And some you couldn’t tell apart
That you keep under the bed 
At the apartment, and then you did 
What he asked you to do
You opened your heart up 
Right there on a napkin on the carpet
And part of it was frostbit
But you’ve always been a smart kid 
Could still distinguish
The blood black as pitch
Valves had gone stiff
Veins and scar tissue 
Four chambers just a standard issue 
But none had room. Forgiveness is huge
And you had two full of ice water
One fulla salt, one packed with coal 
Eager and ready and willing to find fault. 

Chorus

Then, with your heart in your lap
And your head in your hands
Suddenly you had a plan.
Wrap the mess in newspaper
Headed west on Hennepin,
Heavy with a huge favor  
For a kid that just turned ten.
A flat-chested gap-toothed girl
Was the best that I’ve been so far 
And now I’m too big to forgive him
I need just a moment with me,
A moment when I was still little.
I used to sing on the roof 
Outside my windowsill and
I came hoping some ghost of me 
Would be here still 
And here you are 
Stick figure and a busted grin
Still ignorant of the all trouble 
I’ma get us in.
Hoping we could trade, just for tonight.
Like I could borrow your heart and I could leave you mine
It’s not much for collateral,
Tattered and battle-scarred,
But I can promise you solemn
That I will be back for it tomorrow.
I only need yours this evening,
So I can call an old friend.
And I can tell him 
That we’re finally even.
That we’re finally even. 

Chorus

Doomtree "The Grand Experiment"

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