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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"

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P.O.S's Album "We Don't Even Live Here" Remixed & Re-Imagined by Marijuana Death Squads.

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P.O.S - Bumper

P.O.S's Album "We Don't Even Live Here" Remixed & Re-Imagined by Marijuana Death Squads.

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P.O.S - Fuck Your Stuff

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P.O.S's Album "We Don't Even Live Here" Remixed & Re-Imagined by Marijuana Death Squads.

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P.O.S - How We Land feat. Justin Vernon

P.O.S - They Can't Come feat. Sims, Lizzo, Cliff Rhymes, Chris Hooks, Jeremy Nutzman & Greg Grease

An open-book audio reading of what can turn into a full scale saga, if these chumps continue to let their egos govern their actions towards others.  This track, produced by Strange Matter, has emerged from the camel's back breaking, specifically due to an ongoing history of disrespect towards fans, artists, show-goers, common people, and the city in general of Des Moines, Iowa from this pseudo-rap crew made up of the cast of Dirty Dancing, more commonly referred to as DoomTree, with the most notable offenses being attributed to little Mikey Mictlan.

DoomsDay for DoomTree: Ch. 1

Dimitri Mendeleev (Paper Tiger Remix)

Phone Interview with Sims of Doomtree
Doomtree is currently on tour for their new album "All Hands"
They will be playing tonight at the U Street Music Hall. Tickets are SOLD OUT

Doomtree (Sims) - Phone Interview - 02 13 15

(Prod. by Eric G.) (Additional vocals by Zoe Wick)

[Verse 1]

All these animals & peasants chase their capital investments, 
Vested interests I'm disinterested my patterns show obsession, 
An attic full of questions with no answers for the standards,
Just synapses lapses, passages, suggestions, past is present,
Man I hate the summer, so I stay inside days are numbered, 
They only trace the lines, my skies rain & thunder, 
Deface each other, rape & plunder, bases covered, 
On the basis that I'm basic, based in basins I'm too drained to slumber, 
I save the numbers of my dead friends it makes me wonder, 
Why it strangely comforts, my brains asunder, 
Under suns I've been taken under, made a hunter, 
Undertaken where the bugs & aphids clutter, 
Handshakes feel like cable jumpers,
I taste the sunburns but the tongue is rarely accurate, 
Compare the avarice to mine and I can't bare the wrath of it, 
I'm out of it but passionate, past a fist is a pacifist, 
A satirist Jonathan Swift, mental paralysis, 
I'm harlequin, walking dead, coughing phlegm no oxygen, 
Generation Y am I supposed to do it talk to them, 
I lost my innocence, drifted into the distance, 
Went from different to indifferent, get sickened by this existence, 
Mourning Glory…

I feel strangled by the chain that my father used to wear, 
It dangles by my heart it was the cross that he would bear, 
Every time I think of him I always go to reach for it 
‘Cause it reminds me of the sacred bond that we would share 
Before the costs I'd inherit, the talks that I'd cherish,
The loss of a parent made the loss more apparent, 
I'm lost in apparent paradox I can't escape or see, 
Between faith & grief, pain & ease, they made me pray and 
Place my knees on cinder blocks, break my teeth, and lick the scars
Make me eat this bitter heart ’til the taste gets sweet, 
I don't chase my drinks these days, 
I hate to sound cliche but it's cliche to say I hate to sound cliche, 
I may be breaking out these chains today, 
I'm finally free, amiss in this abyss I guess I'm spiraling, 
It's standard stuff, flashing floods, that's my blood you're siphoning, 
A side of me's beside itself for anchoring in hell, 
But I can't see the light I need to save me from myself 
It's Mourning Glory 

[Verse 2]

I got these bars in my head like I'm Phinneas Gage, 
This Gauge is on empty so gimme some space, 
Spaced out from the memories that didn't erase, 
Rays pound all around me kissing my face, 
Face down, down on my luck, lust for the crown, 
Crown in my cup, coupled amounts, mountains erupt, 
Ruptures I count, count-downs downtrodden 
Trot around downtowns til I drown in a bottle, like
And now I'm reading Walden, 
Walled-in like I'm sleeping in a coffin, 
Coughin' while I'm breathing in the toxins,
Talk sins when I'm needing to absolve them,
Themselves, set sail, cel-set, 
Hellbent, inhale, tell sins, 
Send tales of the tailspins
Tip scales, scale-skinned when the trail ends.

[Hook] 

She called me blue flower, more like morning-glory 
My port is storming every time she tries to ford it for me
They’re always warring on the inside
There’s morning-glory on the inside

[Bridge: Zoe Wick]

Can’t hurry the morning light
I tried with all my might
I’m hanging upside-down
Facing to the ground
’Til I bring back the fire

[Hook]

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Mourning Glory

Sadistik - Out The Dark (Prod. by Eric G.)

[Verse 1]

I'm out the dark, somebody let some light in here
I light it with a lighter, I bring the fire here,
Proceed Prometheus, high as the sky appears,
My dog used to say hi right when the light appeared,
But then he died... Now only I can hear,
Lonely with ire some iron irises eyes are here,
They match like, sisters in Shining stairs,
Cut with the bicuspids, scissors incisor shears, 
I kissed her lips and left a blister,
Bliss turned into miser-returned into twister,
Twister turned to blizzard,
Blizzard burned and turned to flood to wash away the winter,
And since I've learned to search the mud & walked away the victor, 
And now so muddy, bloody, 
I'm nobody, with no buddies, 
Thorns grow with no budding, 
There's no sunny, just ho-humming
The low notes in solo, I'm so lone at home with no ghosts.

[Hook]

I'm out the dark, I'm out the dark, I'm out the dark
Somebody let some light in here
I'm out the dark, I'm out the dark, I'm out the dark
I bring the fire here

[Verse 2]

I'm out the dark, fingers think they're spider limbs,
Crawl around her body, sink inside her skin,
They place their eggs inside, creating aches & sighs,
Don't exorcise my demons make em extra-sized,
They say the devil lies in scripture,
I say the devil lies in scripture,
So picture this image is grim but I can't say it's brightening, 
Although the lightless days are lightening, 
But not like light the way light lightning, strike!
More light lighten weight like lightening, 
I tried to sing imprisoned once, but that thought was for the birds,
I wanted to be fly so I thought about the birds,
Where will they be heading as they soared through the air?
I watched a beheading swing a sword through the heir, 
Acquiring the crown is a sordid affair,
So I sorted through the fair and found a spark,
I'm out of body, out of mind, I'm…

[Hook]

Out The Dark

(Prod. by SPVCE & BK Beats)

[Hook]

I bought a gun
Yea I hide it in my closet
Next to the skeletons quiet when I cock it
[Verse 1: Nemo Achida]
I bought a gun, Sex pistol she was fun
We shot in black & white every day like ancient nuns
Or foreign films or Jordan 1s
Two shots, one for me & one for her
We're dead floating off the bombest lungs
Designer bodybags, my tongue chaotic
Like Jason's tech on the dresser 
They be show 9s underneath the guidance of professor 
Unschooled, hard knocks love a tall glock
The big hand or a barrell 
When you watch your head on our clock
'Cause my block, scars to the face so I rapped a lot
Staying out the way is survival in a nutshell 
Cross a brother's path and he make glove compartment nut shells
Nutty motherfuckers move your crust and ask for more bread
Look into the floor of a hustler and it's code red 
George pushed the button on these terroristic hacks
Of a soldier that would friendly fire just to gain a rack
It is crazy where we at

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Sadistik]

I'm off that sleep deprivation, 
Minds a mine field that just keeps detonating, 
So I keep dead & waiting,
There's a gun inside my closet now, 
Make not a sound, unfired not a round, 
Just 'cause you don't believe doesn't mean it's not around, 
In this haunted house I listen close, 
Ear against the prison walls, iridescent visuals, 
I hear morose quotes in morse codes & moreso 
There's morsels of more souls around me, 
Yea they're forceful & hounding, 
Where im from its storm-soaked & cloudy, 
It's suicide capital, born-broken county, 
So count on me to count you out, 
I'm counterculture roundabout, 
Witty with the witticisms still I'm iffy if without a crowd, 
Without a doubt... Doubt, Sinks into the shoulder blades, 
Captive of the scapulas, I think that I can hold the weight, 
I cultivated weaponry I'm on the run, 
and growing paranoid so I bought a gun.

I Bought A Gun (feat. Nemo Achida)

(Prod. by Kid Called Computer)

[Verse 1]

Nights are longer, days are shorter
Time gets longer, patience shorter
I just wander pacing forward
Like a monster, stay De Goya 
Dead from the start, mark of the beast
Heart that I eat, armed to the teeth
An intellect, sharp, bleak
Indifferent, war, peace,
Food for thought they force-feed 
That bla bla bla of a blasé god
I got a suicide that’s forming 
A warning for a deadly price
I know I’m not the steady type, I’m lost in heady highs
I’m an artist, man, I’m drawn to sketchy types
Crabs in a bucket that I’ll probably kick if I don’t watch ‘em
Hashtag my blood but there’s no audience for psychodrama
Look what the tiger brought in, death, death by dishonor
Ultraviolet on it, show me where they hide the bodies
Inside the audio I probably own a few examples
Tooth enamel planted in the hand that fed a losing battle
Soon Seattle’s gloomy atmosphere 
can steer me to the shadows 
Booze tobacco, moody adults,
All the blessings they throw at you

[Hook]

Long live the new flesh
Molly hits, group-sex
Long live the new flesh
Klonopin, booze, X
Long live the new flesh
Audience-approved death
Long live the new flesh

[Verse 2]

A blind stupor prying at the sutures
I set fire to their dry sense of humor
They’re alive but they’ll die in the future
People I remove from my side like a tumor
They didn’t notice me when I acted balanced
They didn’t notice when my dying was an art
They didn’t notice me when I planted flowers
But I bet they’d notice with a knife inside their hearts
If I stab deep, add ‘em to the tally,
Toe-tag ‘em, bag ‘em & can ‘em up for the trash-heap
And that’s some fitting title usage if you ask me
I hope they get diseases from the music that’s so catchy
There must be something in the water, right?
Root of all evil, power of the dollar, right?
Two can keep a secret if one of ‘em is slaughtered, right?
Fuck, marry, kill & they still don’t get the order right
Right? You see I write with my right hand
Right now, write down, rights of a righthand man
Who was left on a left-hand path
So I’m Plath with the deadpan that
Means I’m Colossus in my head
Doing aerials I’m Ariel & falling to my death
Stomping over cities that their god must have neglected
Instead left an admonishment of long live the flesh
Death to the Videodrome & that’s an order not request
So conform or get the wreck, uh
A Klonipin & a cardiac arrest
Left an overworked artifact, a heart attack is next, uh
So I don’t lollygag my steps
There’s no tardy pass in hell, there’s no sorry that can fix
From over-sleeper to insomniac & stressed
I’m a somnambulist walking right into the hands of them.

Videodrome

(Prod. by SXMPLELIFE & Mike Device)

[Hook]

You dead! And that’s just how you’re gonna stay
You dead! You don’t get to see another day
You dead! We’ve been dancing on your grave, homie
You dead! Tried to tell you, you don’t want to play

[Verse 1: Nacho Picasso]

Only time I get to running’s when the feds is coming
Bury money in the bed hid the rest in London
I ain’t even going clubbing unless you get my gun in
Hit the powder pack first then I dip the blunt in 
New new chick like Lauren London
Cheese steak got extra onions
For Pete’s sakes he’s so repugnant 
He joined a cult, she joint a covenant 
Shia LeBeouf ‘em, I don’t love ‘em
I don’t cuff ‘em, I just stuff ‘em
You buy the muff, I buy the muffin
I tie ‘em up & don’t buy ‘em nothing
Line ‘em up, divide it up,
White lines I’m high as fuck
Bust a nut & then buy a truck
Took a bump & then took a dump,
I don’t love no niggas neither,
Tattoos & I ain’t a bleeder
Tattoos on every finger,
Life’s a bitch, you aim to please her
Life’s a bitch, I’m a wife beater
Blood speckles on wife-beaters
Sold black tar wearing white sneakers
Know white boys with wide peepers
That’ll rob you blind like nice speakers
I’m a night-owl, late night tweaker
Run DMC, on DMT, keep TNT in my Adidas
I walked with Jesus, drew Mona Lisa
I taught the thesis, I’m cold as freezer
They call me Caesar I’m so facetious 
Increase the peace or increase the pieces

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Sadistik]

I’m inundated, in a daze
Out my mind I’m in a phase
Innervate my inner-veins
My innards drained for entertainment,
At center stage, 
Spill my guts on dinner plates
I’m dead awake, they’ve been afraid
My set of fangs may penetrate, uh
My limbs still feel dismembered, that's if I still remember, 
Liquid liquor liver dies like live or die by thrilling benders
Instill the pressure to break the surface & build it better,
I'll William Tell em my aim is perfect & kill offenders
My top lip is gothic, the bottom is opposite
I'm often laconic, they not they just talk
Their toxins are toxic, obnoxious & nauseous, etcetera, 
I better not get what they got I know I'm not one of em
Running with wolves, and keeping that pack, 
Under the moon, I can see in the black, 
Eat through the fat, hunt and pursue, 
I turn nothing to something deceive and attack, 
They feed on the last I proceeded to pass
And repeat it, read it on my lips 
It's chronic when they cross their tongues 
Just to talk to haunted ones, you dead.

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mr. MFN eXquire]

Yo, I’m a deadbeat, no buzz
I don’t give a fuck, nigga I’m focused
I’m a urban legend, like the Loch Ness
This fur’s a yeti, this fur’s a vest
This verse a blur, my words a blur
Obscure absurd, I’ma merk this nerd
Doing a drive-by, I swerve & squirt
Wave bye-bye, merge with the earth
I’m Mufasa, King Jaffe Joe
On Viagra fucking a sloppy hoe
I grip her ass like I’m kneading dough
You wear Jordan skullcaps with fucking minks, 
You a fucking weirdo
I don’t give a fuck, I’m fuck-less
I’m drunk as fuck, I’m hopeless
I’m Basquiat, I am Malcolm X
Bitches in the club be like 
That nigga ain’t got no type respect,
I don’t give a fuck, you still gone fuck
My pops said he like my music
I just say fuck too much
Well fuck you pops, 
This how the fuck you made me
Fucking wild, fucking crazy.


You Dead (feat. Nacho Picasso & Mr. MFN eXquire)

The first single from Paper Tiger's debut album "Made Like Us" Available July 27th on Doomtree Records. Featuring Dessa.

Palace

Over the past year Abilities has been exploring the dj side of his creativity and less the production.

This is a taste of that work, a new mix of cuts, remixes, mash ups and fresh blends for you to enjoy, please do.

Dj Abilities - NOW! That's What I Call Fuck Off.

Minneapolis Hip-hop crew Doomtree performs live at 88.1 KDHX in St. Louis. Recorded March 10, 2012. Hosted by Wil Wander. Sound by Ryan Greenlee. Discover more great music at http://kdhx.org

Doomtree "Team The Best Team" Live at KDHX 3/10/12

Kinder Care (My First Words)

Paper Tiger "Karate"

P.O.S - Get Down feat. Mike Mictlan

New Music from Sean Price's 'Mic Tyson' album out Oct. 30th. Track produced by The Alchemist.

Pre-Order the iTunes Deluxe Version: http://bit.ly/mictyson

Pre-Order the Physical CD Version: http://bit.ly/PCFYJT

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Sean Price - Bar-Barian

New music off Sean Price's 'Mic Tyson' album, out NOW, featuring Freddie Gibbs and production by Statik Selektah.

"Remember" can be found as a bonus track on the 'Mic Tyson' iTunes Deluxe-Edition: http://bit.ly/mictyson 

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Sean Price - Remember (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

New single from Mixed Blood Majority, the super group featuring Crescent Moon (Kill The Vultures), Joe Horton (No Bird Sing), and Lazerbeak (Doomtree).  

Debut full length album available now

store.doomtree.net/product/mixed-blood-majority-cd

Raps: Crescent Moon, Joe Horton, Cecil Otter
Beat: Lazerbeak