Watch It Burn

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

Acknowledge

SIKE
Produced by: Adam Pickrell
Sequenced & Arranged by: John Congleton
Additional Drum Programming: Bird Peterson 
Horns: Reggie Pace

 I've been on some burn it down, leave this town, never look back shit 
Passing out on your couch, sneaking out the back tip
 Ripping credit cards out your mailbox snatch it
 Charge it to the game playboy, it's practice
  They been on some got this, squat this, reroute the power grid
 Cops can't stop this, over our dead body bitch
 Eat this, drop this, turn it up louder kid 
Put it down in our path? Million ways around that shit  
We backstage sterilizing tattoos with beer 
You cats stay paralyzed by bad news and fear 
You underage and they ain't fucking let you in here 
Fake ID G, and buy us all beer  
I’m sick of kids who sit and bitch about how they can't get into shit 
Ya "woe is me" steez, just getting bit ridiculous
 Fucking A, you're underage, that means they just slap your wrist
 If not, you're young and fit, “Yeah Bitch! Out run the pigs!”  
Ha! And give em all trophies
And some orange slices 
Yeah, y'all already know me 
One of the only that's really grindin’
  Lazy motherfuckers wanna call it luck 
Be real motherfuckers know there ain't no such
 Thing cause i mean there ain't no free lunch
 You better fix your own plate or serve one to us
  Go on pray to your God, or complain on facebook 
Stay waiting for your Dad, to come save the day dork
 Voted for Obama, and expecting changes It’s just one big party all giving the same gifts  "SIKE!"  Like a P.O.S T-shirt! 
YIKES!  It’s only gonna get worse! 
RIGHT?  This beat Is kinda bzerk 
Turn it up louder till my fucking teeth hurt!
  Yeah girl, I own some gold teeth
I’m southern, I was taught to hold heat
Ain’t no gangster, I’ll tell that true
Rick Ross just a cop with some bad tattoos

Florida baby, yeah my neck stay real red
While you make believe pushing that white shit
You dress up gangsters can play pretend
I stay slangin that white girl round my bed

Young Steve McQueen spit that dick game
You tweet real bossy for a bitch with a tin chain
I don’t need no Maybach just to sharpen my pimp girl
Pull girls on my bike they ride my handlebars home, man!

Ooh!  Put my word on that chief
Rihanna gonna haller, the way I murdered that beat
A condom like an umbrella, King Kong in the bed sheets
Just haller at a fella when you’re done with that dead beat!

CHORUS

 See, I can write your dumb raps 
Pay me, and go buy some hubcaps
 Fake G’s talkin bout gun claps
 Ain't gonna happen, like A-Rod's come back
  Talent is cheap, money's all made up
 Gallons of beam, and the speakers based up
Fuck it!  I got nothing left to say son 
Y'all get Cryphy!  Thank you Based God! 

CHORUS 

"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion."
-Albert Camus


Side One Dummy Records: Worldwide
Cargo Records: Europe

Sike!

No April Fools joke here. After dropping the out-of-nowhere “Cross Countries” single earlier this week, Cecil Otter announces the immediate release of his new EP Dear Echo, available digitally through Doomtree Records.  Longtime Doomtree crew member and behind-the-scenes production wizard, Cecil has spent years developing his unique and signature sound, and Dear Echo pushes the genre boundaries even further for his most modern, lush, and experimental offering yet.  Recorded in Fall Creek, WI at Justin Vernon’s renowned April Base Studios, the six-track EP includes three brand new songs alongside their accompanying instrumentals, with production, songwriting, and vocals masterfully handled by Cecil himself.  Available now for download, Dear Echo will also see a vinyl release later this year.  Standard and deluxe LP packages are now available for pre-order from the Doomtree webstore, and include limited-edition white vinyl and an extremely rare signed-and-numbered screen-print series featuring the artwork Cecil created during the Dear Echo recording sessions.

After self-producing several of his own solo albums throughout the 2000’s, Cecil Otter rose to fame as one half of the mashup duo Wugazi, a remix project that overlapped the gritty raps of Wu-Tang Clan with the sounds of post-rock vets Fugazi.  The project went instantly viral and garnered high praise from the likes of NBC, Rolling Stone, MTV, and even Jay-Z’s own site, Life + Times.  Dear Echo marks Cecil’s first new collection of solo material since 2008’s Rebel Yellow.

Dear Echo

Cross Countries

Cecil Otter "Cross Countries"

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So Our Egos Don't Kill Us

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Buy/Stream: http://smarturl.it/ayeyayaya

Raps: Sims + P.O.S
Beats: Sick Trim (Lazerbeak + Paper Tiger)

Art: Vance Wellenstein
Mix: Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway Studios
Master: Bruce Templeton at Microphonic Mastering

Great Hits

Ayeyayaya

From the new album GREAT HITS — pre-order CD/LP/Digital now: http://smarturl.it/greathits

raps: P.O.S & Sims
beat: Sick Trim (Lazerbeak & Paper Tiger)

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LYRICS
Maybe I grew up like a piece a shit 
Maybe I’m pathetic, babies 
I ain’t got no etiquette 
They just spread it like they better 
Who the fuck it this? 
And then I’m on ‘em like no other 
I can take they gifts 
Or leave ‘em I embody 
What they look for when they buying shit 
I exude this quality they simply can not get 
For dollars 
They authenticity does not exist 
For nothing 
Gimme something 
What the fuck you want 

I’m beat up 
My feet up 
My seat back 
Windows cracked 
I’m relaxed 
Got the wind 
At my back 
What the fuck could y’all want 

My vision blown in the wind of if it will, or if it won’t 
Then again no one is coming to get ya 
Better listen for the engine when it’s lit up 
And the piston vren’a vren’a 
Piss and vinegar, venom and cynical vigor don’t get you up in it 
Stop bitching just get in and whip it 
I go with it, so vivid 
So vicious, isn’t it 
My heart‘s light, but my soul’s different 
I beat back my depression with both fists 
And I run digits, numbers up and down 
Fucking up accounts, if that’s what amounts 
But um, okay okay 
Heart pump like an 808 
I cannot fade — 
Look at the state of play and tell me you ain’t afraid 
Mouth keep the razor blade 
Tongue keep the edge at bay 
Might meet the end today 
That’s why I made this, that’s why a play this way 

I’m beat up 
My feet up 
My seat back 
Windows cracked 
I’m relaxed 
Got the wind 
At my back 
What the fuck could y’all want 

What they do there isn’t fair 
I’m aware it’s a bear 
Snap a snare and then I annex my square 
Fly as I dare 
You ain't gotta tell me how it compare, I don’t care 
Kid icarus up like a flare, watch the glare 
I don’t put on, I just do me 
Live from the beast 
Fall on my face 
Smile through my teeth 
I don’t put on I just do me 
Live from the beast 
Find me a piece 
Or at least 
Attack sustain decay release 

I’m beat up 
My feet up 
My seat back 
Windows cracked 
I’m relaxed 
Got the wind 
At my back 
What the fuck could y’all want

Suburban Base

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raps: P.O.S & Sims
beats: Paper Tiger & Lazerbeak

Vanilla ISIS

Whenever

Bde Maka Ska

Vocals and lyrics by Dessa
Produced by Lazerbeak
Additional production by Andy Thompson

Mixed by Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Microphonic Mastering
Art by Kai Benson

Dessa - "Rome"

ϟҺΓƐDDEЯS IS P.O.S / PAPER TIGER / SIMS / LAZERBEAK

Suburban Base

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