No kings no gods no masters!!

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Audiotree Live Sessions - part 3

my shit part 2

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Modest Mouse vs. Avenged Sevenfold - Float On Easy (isosine mashup)

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Prof - Ghost (feat. Tech N9ne)

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

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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

Guitar: Andrew Block

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Gassed (Stripped)

Title track from the new Four Fists album 6666 - in stores october 12, 2018 
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@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

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Mike Mictlan "HELLA FRREAL"

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Prof - Cousins (feat. Cashinova)

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Grizmatik - Digital Liberation Is Mad Freedom

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Raps by P.O.S, Sims, Mike Mictlan, Dessa, Cecil Otter
Beat by Lazerbeak and Paper Tiger (Sick Trim 4 Lyfe)

LYRICS: 
P.O.S VERSE
Shambles as a rule
Tangled like
Chasing a train
But still look cool
Somehow still limp along
So fly that it feels like a strut
Like glitter on a black eye
Or tattoos over scars
Keeping all flames lit
When the breeze 5 alarm
Bet tho
Fresh coat of Rusto 
Flat black (yeah duh)
Tight bolts, Presto
Till the bell tolls really 
Till my knees and my speech goes silly
Till it reach that hilltop spread
With the views and the truth 
Get whole, break bread 
Been ready, been set
Been chilly, been dead
All the way live tho 
By some twist of energy I’m alive 
and I can’t just not
I’m head first, dive in

SIMS VERSE
I was really dripping
Thinking there was peace to ink in
Guess I had fallen on my own pen
writing “do you"
Now I’m really bending 
Guessing Every sword is double edged
Never thought that art was war
Cut cord 
I wonder
Do you too?

SIMS HOOK
My friend he's all heart
It's on sleeve
He's all hurt
He's all art
He’s won’t speak
It decorates his arms

My girl she's all work
She's no sleep
She's all hurt
She's all art
She won’t grieve
It decorates my house

MIKE MICTLAN VERSE
These tattoos don't say much to you 
Wake me up in the middle of a night terror
Im scared but these tats don't talk me down
Safe arms & my fists can't fight fair 
Ghost Dad? Nah son that's Dadface to you
Left & right
Life or death, Aztec, more than skin deep, sacrifice the blood to you
Lines connect the scars like connect the dots, got 8 for my crew
Ink for my dead big sis center of the chest spot right where her heart went stop
Off tha RIP half dead plenty mizer 
Pound foolish & a Pennywiser 
Glucometer high but now my veins dont pump that saccharin, fentanyl, Pfizer 

DESSA VERSE
Leave it running 
leave the keys in it
if I ain’t back in a minute, gun it
you can go and keep it.
I got both feet on the gas
something to prove, nothing to lose 
extra room in the back. 
Little petty cash 
in the petticoat
so if the getaway’s gone, 
I’m still ready though. 
Hold steady on the straightaway, fast as fuck
then it’s pencils down because the 8 bar’s up. 

CECIL VERSE
Autumn walks along the woods 

hardest talks about the past

Always saying if I could of

Always ending in the glass

Only friends are finish last types

Soda jerks that miss the glass

All they ever did was gas light

No reverse…hit the gas

It’ll last, it’ll stay

The medicine is fast 

The bed is never made

Head is in the past

telling me to stay  

Risk it all now?

edit, let it fade

Edit edit, get it, gut it now

Check my night light, it ain't coming down

Write for the night, I’m living, loving 

running, drilling, I did my bed, I’m done and gone



SIMS HOOK
My friend he's all heart
It's on sleeve
He's all hurt
He's all art
He’s won’t speak
It decorates his arms

My girl she's all work
She's no sleep
She's all hurt
She's all art
She won’t grieve
It decorates my house

Five Alive - Single

Five Alive

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