Megalithic Symphony

Jump On My Shoulders

Not Your Fault

Knights Of Shame

Burning Down The House - The Used

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"

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