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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"

Helicopter Homicide (feat. Big Body Bes)

Fair Exchange No Robbery

Nicholas Craven & Boldy James - Stuck in Traffic

Flag on the Play

No Yeast (Remix) [feat. Boldy James & Westside Gunn]

Written by Boldy James
Produced by Nicholas Craven
Mixed & Mastered by Roberto Viglione
Artwork by Gallery Provence

Penalty of Leadership

Nicholas Craven & Boldy James - Formal Invite

WESTSIDEGUNN has been making headlines lately being featured on Skyzoos new single "LUXURY" produced by illmind for Skys MFMF release but this time he teams up with his Brother/GXFR labelmate Conway on a much darker track "They Killed Pookie" produced by V Don who's been making headlines lately as well producing Dave East new single " By Any Means " and producing Bodega Bamz full LP " Sidewalk Exec "  its also assisted by Steve Reason on the live sax giving it that gritty feel and sound that we've been a custom to from WSG. It reminds u of the scene in Boys n the hood when ricky was about to get shot but instead this is the soundtrack to Pookies funeral

Lab Work, Vol. 2

They Killed Pookie

WestsideGunn FT. Conway - THEY KILLED POOKIE

RR2 - The Bitter Dose

Corniche (ft Action Bronson)

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Curren$y, Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist - Willie Lloyd

Curren$y, Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist - No Window Tints

Joyería

Discretion

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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. 

The Uncluded - Delicate Cycle

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Plow United - 11 - The Beginning of the End of the World

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ROYAL THUNDER - 'CVI' available now via Relapse Records

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Royal Thunder - Black Water Vision (Acoustic Version)

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