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The follow up EP to Yellow Claw’s epic Jeffree’s debut, Amsterdam Twerk Music cleans up your definition of “dirty” just so they can strip it down to booty claps and bass rolls. The first track, “DJ Turn It Up” is a subtle dance floor anthem reminiscent of the heavy bass from your nostalgic middle school days of grinding to timeless hip-hop anthems.

On the second track, Yellow Claw teams up with Tropkillaz and The Kemist to bring us “Assets,” a track that twists its vocals in a way that winds through the most bass-hungry, whimsical quarter of your imagination. “P*$$YRICH feat. Adje” then transports you deeper into Yellow Claw’s bass dungeon, leaving its victims up against the walls bumping and grinding till sunrise.

Amsterdam Twerk Music concludes with “Slow Down”, an addictive baseline paired with a jock-jams reminiscent hook. Yellow Claw are the tastemakers of guilty pleasure. But lets be honest… there’s no guilt attached to the obsession.

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Amsterdam Twerk Music

DJ Turn It Up

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Luck

Sherman (Animals in the Jungle)

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Andre Rieu - And The Waltz Goes On

From Doomtree's 2009 release "FH:XV (False Hopes 15)"

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Mike Mictlan "OMG!"

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Milo & Otis - Trap Arms

from "This Is Our Science" - available September 13, 2011 from Fake Four Inc.
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Dimitri Mendeleev

FOREST FIRE
Produced by: Red Velvet Beats
Additional Synths & Bass: Adam Pickrell
Live Drums: Mo McNichols
Live Drum Deconstruction/Reprogramming: John Congleton
Horns: Reggie Pace 
There’s forest fire off in the hills again
Always reminds me of the night we spent on the river’s edge 
For hours standing hand in hand

To chicken shit to just go dive right in
To scared to turn away 
And face the fate that awaits us both back on land

A forest fire has a smell to it
A certain sweetness that misleads us 
To believe that everything’s well again

This summer’s sweltering
The kind of heat you feel inside your feet
Radiating upward from the earth within

If I was a smarter man
I’d a never gave you momma’s wedding ring
I would’ve went ahead and pawned the thing

Skipped town, and never called again
But the brain never listens
To the songs that the heart’ll sing

I ain’t no Christian, that was Momma’s thing
I don’t know how to pray, 
And if I did, I’m not too sure he’s listening.

To me, it’s whispering
I don’t know 
Maybe there IS some fucking magic in giving language to those hidden things?

Who are we kidding kid?
We were just born into this
And what the hell would make us think that we were any different?

Your Daddy did the same, 
My Pops did it too
And they came to same spot asking that river for some clues

And all they got was wet shoes
And they gave birth to me and you
So tell me darling, what they hell are we supposed to do?

We dance alone together
Held back by the fear that one day
We might get so close, we’ll never be strong enough to separate

She had this dream that’s clever
We could fold time and space
I like you.  You like me.  
Why are we so afraid?
Why are we so afraid?
Why are we so afraid?
Why are we so afraid?
Why are we so afraid?
Why are we so afraid?
Why are we so afraid?

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: Justin Vernon
PRODUCED, ENGINEERED, & RECORDED BY: John Congleton at April Base Studios. Fall Creek, WI
MIXED BY: John Congleton at The Elm Street Funeral Home. Dallas, TX
MASTERED BY: Heba Kadry at Timeless Mastering. Brooklyn, NY

Executive Produced by: Justin Vernon
Produced, Engineered, & Recorded by: John Congleton at April Base Studios. Fall Creek, WI
Mixed by: John Congleton at The Elm Street Funeral Home. Dallas, TX
Mastered by: Heba Kadry at Timeless Mastering. Brooklyn, NY

Cover Photo: Cameron Wittig
HMUA: Romney Chan
“Florida Flag Robe” Designed and Made by: Lina Tillmann
“Handmade Helvetica” Font by: Andy McAlpine

Under Exclusive LIcense from Astronautalis to Cargo Records in the EU and SideOneDummy in all other territories.

CUT THE BODY LOOSE


Forest Fire

IN THE TALL GRASS
Produced by: Steel Tipped Dove
Additional Synths & Organs: Adam Pickrell
Horns: Reggie Pace

 Baby, tell me anything that you please, I’ll take it all with a grain of salt
 I know exactly why you callin me, I don't even need to hear you talk 
Daddy told me always watch my feet, when walking where the weeds grow to tall
 And I can tell that you're lying to me, by the fork at the end of your tongue

  I been up all night waiting for you to come home, and come up with a good reason
 I've been up all night knowing that you gone and done wrong, I know you lying cause you speaking
 Go on keep on praying to your God above, He knows the Devil when He sees Him 
Go on keep puttin them bills in that old swear jar, It won't buy you no freedom

  Careful brother, the grass grows awful high here 
Ain’t no tellin what’s dwellin or hides near 
The form of felon don't always appear in Nike Airs 
With a right eye that might cry only tattooed tears  
Nah, real killers don't kick down doors 
The dangerous ones are the ones you invite in your own home 
So, while you busy boltin and chaining
 Turn around clown, in a night gown, the serpent is waiting  
She got you in a death hold that won't let go, and you're quick to thank her
A stiletto ain't just a shoe, but a knife that is dangerous
 Brother I bet you, you just slow, and you think you can change her
 But a snake is still a snake, even if she change her skin daily
  I know you're listening lady
 Yeah, you been keepin tabs on me lately
 Crawled out your rock, the moment I made it 
With apologetic talk, Obama promising changes

CHORUS 

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: Justin Vernon
PRODUCED, ENGINEERED, & RECORDED BY: John Congleton at April Base Studios. Fall Creek, WI
MIXED BY: John Congleton at The Elm Street Funeral Home. Dallas, TX
MASTERED BY: Heba Kadry at Timeless Mastering. Brooklyn, NY

Executive Produced by: Justin Vernon
Produced, Engineered, & Recorded by: John Congleton at April Base Studios. Fall Creek, WI
Mixed by: John Congleton at The Elm Street Funeral Home. Dallas, TX
Mastered by: Heba Kadry at Timeless Mastering. Brooklyn, NY

Cover Photo: Cameron Wittig
HMUA: Romney Chan
“Florida Flag Robe” Designed and Made by: Lina Tillmann
“Handmade Helvetica” Font by: Andy McAlpine

Under Exclusive LIcense from Astronautalis to Cargo Records in the EU and SideOneDummy in all other territories.

CUT THE BODY LOOSE


In The Tall Grass

Produced by: Cecil Otter
Additional Synths & Bass: Adam Pickrell
Additional Drum Progamming: John Congleton
Horns: Reggie Pace

Even after 6 months, NOLA was still a wreck
The 9th ward still had water up to your chest
Under I-10, they piled the dead cars
Ever seen an ambulance with high water marks?

They don’t dance no more, all we do is flinch
And brace for that old taste that chase a strong fist
With blood on our lips, and flooded bricks
Taste that whiskey kiss, born sweaty and free
Fuck a club, motherfucker, take that shit to the streets

We were born running away from God!
We were born running away!

10 euros is cheap for sure
He said it all in broken words, 
but these people ain’t got nothing
they’d rather drink what they have then buy your merch 

Čadca isn’t pretty, but Tatranský works
Thick liquor dark brown, made of secret herbs
Slovakia gets busy, they don’t need no words
And anything is club if the speakers work

Turn it up till it shakes the plaster
No kings, no gods, no masters
The beat builds while the euro collapsing
Little kids tagging “all cops are bastards”

AntiFa is passin, in they old jean jackets
They don’t need no magic just to make it happen
Make out, make do, make the best of what you got
And turn the volume up till it shakes the rafters 

Till it shakes the rafters
Till it shakes the rafters
Till it shakes the rafters
We make our own disasters

CHORUS

We ain’t no gangsters
We ain’t no thugs
We’re all just flesh and blood
And we don’t need you to mess this up
We independent son, dig our own graves
Salt our own lands, make our own plagues just for fun
You can test us come
We’ll be waiting by the front gate with the Beam in our cup

And I’m dumbfound how in my home town, when the cops come they all just run
And when the land lord wants us out, we pack our bags and shut the whole thing up
So I was like, “aiiight, what you do when the police come through to shake you down?”
She laughed out loud and said, “we lock them motherfuckers out!”

That’s a true story.

ALBUM CREDITS:
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: Justin Vernon
PRODUCED, ENGINEERED, & RECORDED BY: John Congleton at April Base Studios. Fall Creek, WI
MIXED BY: John Congleton at The Elm Street Funeral Home. Dallas, TX
MASTERED BY: Heba Kadry at Timeless Mastering. Brooklyn, NY

Cover Photo: Cameron Wittig
HMUA: Romney Chan
“Florida Flag Robe” Designed and Made by: Lina Tillmann
“Handmade Helvetica” Font by: Andy McAlpine

Under Exclusive LIcense from Astronautalis to Cargo Records in the EU and SideOneDummy in all other territories.


Running Away From God

KURT COBAIN
Produced by: ICETEP
Additional Drum Programming: Bird Peterson
Additional Synths: Adam Pickrell
Horns: Reggie Pace

 All the cool kids in the North wish they were Southern So they wear boots and drink whiskey just like Waylon While all the cool kids in the heart of Dixie try to shake their accent Before they move to Portland  All the thugs dress like punks, 
With studded leather belts, denim vests, and they start skateboarding And all the punks dress like thugs with New Era fitted caps,
Snapbacks, white One’s, and some clean Air Jordans 
Kurt Cobain could smash all the guitars he like cause he was rich as fuck Just like John Lennon And these days, no one ever drowns in quicksand or dies from the plague Yup! The golden age is boring 
And I swore I heard Andre 3K say one day That rap was a young man’s game I never thought pushing on 33  Still making a living off of the things that I say  
But hey, Rap is dead, Punk is dead, we all seen that T-shirt When drugs kick in and it thumps like this, we’ll be dancing till our feet hurt And some old man is swearing, “Vote for me, it ain’t gone be worse!”  But I hate to burst your bubble baby…but it’s gonna be worse!
 It’s me first, me first, when Katrina broke the damn dykes What would do, for some freedom and a Klondike?! How screwed are you when our bosses all decide life Would better for them if they lay you off and say goodnight?  I had gun pulled on me by a cop one time And four guns pulled on me in Atlanta last night And what struck me as funny is that both damn times The conversation started with the exact same line!  “PUT UP YOUR HANDS!”   I’m from the state of the $20G rim 
Sittin’ up under a $500 lemon Pushin’ this whip, best be bringin your friends Cause you’ll be pushing this whip when it breaks down again  I’m from the nation of that war on drugs 40 billion a year, you can’t ball like us They bring in the coca, and we bring in the guns We kill a few soldiers and push the coke price up  Lucrative business, lipstick on a pig shit Yeah, the coupe is horrendous but the rims are stupendous Go ahead and pretend you know how to defend this Middle of the mall ball till you fall with a fake ass pendant  While you were waitin in line, to get an iPhone 5 So you blog some pictures of places that you ain’t been in your life Go ahead, and bump this on your Beats By Dre at work, staring at the sky My homies said, “fuck a business loan!”.  They stole copper pipe 
Rap is dead, Punk is dead, we all seen that T-shirt Drugs kick in and it thumps like this, we’ll be dancing till our feet hurt And some old man is swearing, “Vote for me, it ain’t gone be worse!”  But I hate to burst your bubble baby…It’s gonna be worse!
 So fuck them, and fuck this!  I’m going off to live my own life! What would do, for some freedom and a Klondike?! I’m fucking through, so from now on I’m on my All news is bad news!  Everything is ALRIGHT! 
PUT UP YOUR HANDS!


Kurt Cobain

"Who Knows" was the first official single from Protoje's #1 Reggae album,  Ancient Future. Drum & Bass legend Shy FX gives the track his signature touch for a new interpretation of the hit record.

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"Who Knows" features Chronixx and is produced by Winta James.

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Original song produced by: Winta James (@overstand_JA)
Remix produced by: Shy FX (@shyfx)

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Protoje - Who Knows ft. Chronixx (Shy FX Remix)

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Everyday (Audiotree Live Version)

Matt Andersen on Audiotree Live

Honest Man (Audiotree Live Version)

Silent Eyes (Audiotree Live Version)

Translucent Girl (Audiotree Live Version)

I Don't Mind (Audiotree Live Version)

Let It Fall (Keeping Time) (Audiotree Live Version)

Sims on Audiotree Live

Buckets (Audiotree Live Version)

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Gassed (Stripped)

An Awesome Wave

Tessellate

Written By: Lucy Camp
Produced By: Peter Anthony Red
©2018 QUINTIC. All Rights Reserved.

Summer Camp

In The Night

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)

6666

Mike Mictlan "WZRD SCIENCE" feat. Greg Grease

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

Great Hits

Suburban Base

Yellow Claw & Cesqeaux - Legends EP

iTunes: http://goo.gl/ACQU6c

Dutch trio Yellow Claw team up with rising talent Cesqeaux to bring you the hard-hitting, sonic, dancehall "Legends EP". This four track project takes the thrill seeking club-goer on a rhythmic experience; incorporating reggaeton influenced drum patterns and heart piercing synths, fusing simultaneously alongside melodic vocal patterns.  Yellow Claw and Cesqeaux seem to have crafted the perfect formula of a classic Moombahton sound blended with a more modern trap vibe, proving these young gun producers have what it takes to be "Legends" in the game.

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