From the album Picking Flowers Next To Roadkill (Crushkill Recordings 2010)

Best Friends (Feat. Eyedea)

Talk Talk EP

Hear Hear (feat. Bat Flower)

The Magic Flow

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Deca the pen man
An amazing artist i am fond of and i thought i would share my love of him with you.
Music content does not belong to me.

Deca - The Ocean - Big Time

Never Better

Let It Rattle

Low Light Low Life

Optimist (We Are Not For Them)

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

P.O.S was born in Minneapolis as Stefon Alexander, where everybody still calls him Stef. As a little kid, he developed a fascination with an older cousin's bass guitar. Stef was allowed to take it home and he banged on it happily for years before realizing that it was intended to be played through an amp. "I just thought it was supposed to be a quiet instrument." As a teenager, he fell hard for punk rock. Minor Threat, At the Drive-In, Refused, Kid Dynamite. He played in a series of hardcore bands, sometimes as a drummer, sometimes on guitar and vocals. From the start, he preferred basement shows to club gigs. Simultaneously, he pursued hip hop, rapping in the hallways and after school with classmates who would eventually found Doomtree Records. P.O.S released his first rap record, Ipecac Neat, on Doomtree in 2003. After signing with Rhymesayers shortly after, it was quickly released and widely distributed on Rhymesayers Entertainment. The album earned P.O.S a dedicated following of critics and underground fans. Two years later they devoured his melodic sophomore release Audition, which featured collaborations with heavyweights like Slug from Atmosphere; Craig Finn of The Hold Steady; and Greg Attonito of The Bouncing Souls. On the verge of his third release, with his trajectory unchecked, P.O.S still doesn't take himself too seriously. He doesn't sweat the musical trends. He locks himself in his bedroom studio until the early hours of the morning, emerges with a song, and couldn't care less how someone else would have gone about it.

Like many great rappers, P.O.S creates his own self-contained little microcosm-his characters become familial to us; we get in on his slang and inside jokes. His mother and his son Jacob emerge as familiar personalities. We know his politics too: P.O.S doesn't hesitate to call out the compounding absurdities of pop culture, either with a little friendly ribbing or with a Molotov cocktail. On Never Better he drops deft one-liners that cut to the quick of America's stuff-obsessed culture, Can't take it with them can they?

Amidst the swagger, the laughter and the wit, P.O.S also provides a portal to his personal life-a young man ferociously determined to succeed as a father, a musician, and a human being. He's earnest, sometimes frustrated, irresistibly likable, and he's goofy. With that kind of wingspan, he can rally almost any crowd-live he's like the Pied Piper of the underground. He can make a rap show feel like a revival, a mosh pit, or a reunion. He will stand on chair. He'll invent a dance. Then the beat drops, the hands go up, and you're converted.