(blaring over the speakers in this deep south roaming street demo) 🏴🚩

Dynamite

studiotime ft.MXR!,CashoutZay,pressuhkade

wya w / Actyve

Why Am I So Happy?

Greatest Shit Ever

Bestiary

Whales

We Don't Even Live Here

Get Down (feat. Mike Mictlan)

My remix of "Legend Has It" by Run The Jewels

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► FLOBOTS RESPOND TO LOGAN PAUL “NO HANDLEBARS”
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Flobots - "Handle Your Bars"

@fourfists @yeahrightpos x @astronautalis #6666

Lyrics and vocals by P.O.S and Astronautalis
Produced by Astronautalis and Subp Yao

Y'all can stay locked in the struggle
I been out backflipping, dog I go hard
Watch what you say out your muzzle 
I've had it up to here, gets me so fired up
I ain't nothing but trouble 
Boy I beat up a beat, don't lemme start
Get your ass up on the double
Get your ass up! I said 
Get your ass up! I said
 
I'm moving forward
There’s casualties
Sorry
I’m sick of distortions  
Need honesty now
But there's nothing suggesting it's coming
These cowards are capable killers
That's shits inescapable!  Pow!
No cops!  Yes, now!
No cops!  Yes, now!
No skipping progress, babe
No contest 
Shits played out! 
No cops!  Yes, NOW!
 
I'm out here repping myself
Fuck is you looking at?  Do you need help?
I am broken beyond recognition 
Still it's better than any prescription they dealt 
I am over the same conversations
Either do it or don't, I don’t care how you felt 
I am motion made into a human
I am stardust on stardust on stardust on stardust I'm gone
 
[CHORUS]
I WANT A RIOT, WHITE RIOT RIOT RIOT OF MY OWN! (x3)
I WANT A RIOT, WHITE RIOT RIOT RIGHT IN FRONT MY HOME!
 
Some people look at me cross-eyed when I tell em I own guns
You should see how they jaw drop when I tell em I want more
I ain't talkin a sawed off to keep thieves from my front door
I want a glock and an auto cause i don't trust the cops y'all

You say it’s paranoia, paranoia
All I do is laugh back
They spyin on ya, spyin on ya
Everybody's phone tapped
You takin orders? Takin over?
Exactly where you stand at?
Understand that
This man strapped

This about time all my liberal friends start sweatin
Speakin in NPR voices with stern glances
Pullin out stats faster than cops pull they weapons round Blacks 
With their pants sagged and their snapbacks 
Turned back with their hands up
Any fucking questions?

It’s fucked up, we all know it baby
Question is, why the fuck we waitin?
For some president to come fix the nation?
We takin aim to fix ourselves
Y'all can fix ya faces
 
[CHORUS]

Nobody's Biz

Lyrics and vocals by @yeahrightpos and @Astronautalis
Produced by @breakmaster-cylinder
Additional drums and arrangement by @SubpYao

"Dork Court" off of Four Fists new album 6666
Pre-order: https://smarturl.it/fourfists6666
Tour dates: http://doomtree.net/shows

All’s quiet on the interstate 
Except for who you think?
Drivin, tryna innovate
Born to be wildlife
Born to be bored and get busy 
Born to be styled right 
Born to lose but do it pretty 

Born a snake
Grew into some newer type manure 
Sooner hit the sewer, fuck what alla yous are doing
Mostly roll with kooks
Heh
Mostly roll alone
Whippin through wherever 
Too fast, ignore my phone more

Five thousand five hundred fifty six
Unread emails
Mary’s mad
I give a shit but kinda don’t 
Heh
Good at business!
I’ll keep the sanity 
Provided to me 
Skipping prison 

And hustle, hustle
And fuss over the illest shit
And dumb numb
Somehow I’m never ever feeling it
Listening intent
They see and say to pay the rent 
My sentence is meant 
Them toys could use a circuit bent

Circumvent 
Circle talk
Roll a eye
Wiggle walk
Evasion nation 
Pigs fly
Dogs talk
People love having human arguments with fucking bots 
People love hanging out in puddles wearing baggy socks

Come the entire fuck on!
I’m head to toe in Karl Kani and Sean Jean
And Wu Wear and oatmeal’s on the rider
Gambling on Shark Tank
You lame mouth
For that reason I’m out 
THANKS!

All’s quiet on the western front
‘Cept me my weird friend
On that rattle and hum
Live and direct, back in the saddle for once
Never tipped a cattle
But “Still Tippin” till cows’ll come home

Cowboy with the gold front grill
Paul Wall with the drawl
Paul Newman with the grin
Paul…Paul..Fuck!
Ran out of “Paul”s dawg
I guess I should pause now?
Fuck it, too far gone!

Ain’t no damn way to turn back now
So “Don’t Look Back in Anger” like I’m Liam or Neil
Yeah, I know it’s “Noel” and it’s spelled like “noel”
But his mama should’ve thought of that when she named the asshole!

Fuck you and the horse you rode in
I’ll burn your house down like Lisa “Left Eye” Lopes
Only on the Facebook to let you know when shows is
So you can let Russia tap all my phones, bitch!

Don’t at me bro!
Stay out of my mentions
Don’t talk to me or my sons again and
Don’t try to tell me J.Cole’s worth a listen
He just writes the same shit over
Like Bart in detention!  

Calm down now!
Order in the dork court!
You sound dumb like white people sayin “norf norf”
Of course for sport I can bring more force
But your mom is on the porch
Saying you got more chores

So go fold your drawers
And don’t make no noise
Our you’ll have to move back in with your dad
Like they threatened in divorce court

6666

Dork Court

Title track from the new Four Fists album 6666 - in stores october 12, 2018 
Pre-order today at http://smarturl.it/fourfists6666
Tour dates: http://doomtree.net/shows

@fourfists is @yeahrightpos + @astronautalis
produced by @letmode 
additional edits + arrangement by @subpyao

I ain't never been to war
Knock on fucking wood
Neither have you
So, we’re doing pretty good
I ain't never killed a man
Once I stole to eat
I knew I wouldn't starve
So, it’s all just make believe

I think I'm George Patton
Herbert Hoover
Speaking Shakespeare to the stones
And hope that they'll be moved by words
Turn rivers into reservoirs 
I think I’m...fuck it!
I used to think I was Casanova
But I crumble nowadays
Whenever I sleep without her

I used to worship “Papa”
Spanish Civil War
Fishing off the Keys
Bullfights and cigars
Man, that shit don't work for me
I'm on some, “Fuck Bukowski!”
Heaven help us if Isaac Brock was right
Turning over every single stone in search of signs of life

It's kinda nice!
Quiet life
Far from the guns of war
Run my fingers through the grass 
And listen to you talk
Sunlight in the curtains
Freckles on your skin
This is my Everest, this my Silk Road,
this my south pole, Shackleton

Yeah, life is protest
We are weapons
God damn, love like Arab Spring
There are frontiers
They are endless
And they’re in our everything

[CHORUS]
The sun ain’t set on me yet
I ain’t got much, but I’m not alone
Inside each life there are four fists
We are made whole through our broken jaws
Broken jaws

I'm ready, I’m patient, I wait
Wait…Wait…
No I ain't
I'm scared and I'm quick to escape 
“Yeah, he went that a way” 
Maybe flattered and scattering?
Or flattened and shattering?
Or collecting data?
I don't have an idea that isn't unraveling 

WHOA!
Free where the breeze will take me
Helium and balloon but no string
This what nobody wanted
We stuck so far under 
We so out of sync 
Just remember to breathe
Just remember to be
Just remember how beast you be
Reach for like anything 
Do that shit easy

Nothing comes easy
Just take it easy
Do what the needs be
There ain't no freebies 
Earn what you keeping
Or think they do not need me
Cuz they don't if you sleeping
Caught in the romance and drama of, “woe is me!”
Stopped em from catching they opening
And there won't be credits 
This won't stop happening, ever

[CHORUS]

I'm learning it never makes sense
And that's ok
That life is a weapon itself
With the sharpest blade

There is not a heaven or hell
Just each day
And life is a death in itself
And I can change

I'm learning to let go as well
It’s so strange
The past is a part of me now
There's no escape

I made up the bed by myself
So I'm sleepin in it
There is no erasing the past
To get back what I lost cuz
I ain't dead yet!

I ain’t dead! (x 1000)

Nobody's Biz

Four Fists

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