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From the new album ALL HANDS out now on Doomtree Records! 
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GRAY DUCK
Produced by Cecil Otter, Lazerbeak, and Paper Tiger
Guitar by Jake Hanson

(Mike)
Ride on Blue Boy dipped in a Uni / dickin on a squad car, vickin on a fully / sick as a Sunni, strapped with a bobby / pullin on the pin, he Tutankhamun / Boots to the ceiling, boostin the serum / so sincere, brutes new to the feeling / Ridin on the old scene, buck if you hear me / bucks for the fabric of your fiber / bricked, dips, blicks, big, brighter / Bees in a trap? No, bees in a hive / Gee is for Geezus, Gs and a nine / Oh is for O.G.s, grease in the eyes / crease in the khakis, piece to the side / Forgotten youth when older mutants played Magneto / we believed the strip and never plagiarized their credo / Fashion cutter for the fascist, dirty-lipped and truly goony / Looney Tune Schooly Ds come off cartoony / No King Cloak and Dagger, Lavabanger Legacy / No anonymity, no forced validity / False Hopes, we got close, man, we got ghost / tough shows and rough roads until every sign said, GO!

(Dessa) 
Take the skins / hang em on the walls / not trophies, just reminders / what is left here when we fall

(Stef)
Ay, I’m pushing up on your tempo / she too stoned Nintendo / I’m Vint Cerf, she Pink Floyd / I’m jumpin out the window / Sike, I’m fly, I float aight right by / cut my own moat / get by with my chose fam / dismantle thrones / All the fuck in your station / all up in your dark / awkward in ya Marc Maron conversations / call em out the park / hangin out then Van Halen cabs in your city / all up on your block opposite the cops / y’all should all fuck with me / style like a Cadillac / crash with a battle axe handy / Gucci store fire on the couture / then planes, trains, and automobiles, I’m John Candy / Y’all just can’t stand me / I make em feel ridiculous / pickin apart they postures put together meticulously awful / in the air, hostile / the fingernails, watch em / sit and stare, box em if I gotta / Panic is the fashion / I arrow to the action / Pied Piper through all types a shit / types like me y’all ain’t fuckin with

(Hook)
Go get it / or go without / You going nowhere / run that shit into the ground / Go get it / or go without / We go for broke / and run that shit into the ground

(Dessa)
Struck by lightning / with a hand in the sand / came to with a fist fused in glass / Closed the circuit skull full of white light, mouthful of ash / Sparks on the pavement / dragging the chain / anchor’s off, man, lost it again / steady on gotta push through the rain / weather in the veins, came for this / train for this, fuck / made for this, pray they miss, duck / duck gray duck gets up and running / rest fall back like a bridge in London / brand new brakes I never touch em

(Sims)
You’re all spin move, you’re doing too much / rental car, trick cigar / I’m just laughing while that whole thing blows up / looking like I’m Joakim Noah / black mask, take your gas money / my name is Sims but call me David Lynch, I make em act funny / I ain’t afraid to change lines, state, date, or face / I’m option two when you skate or die but still survive on basslines / at least for the next eight months / then I change up like it ain’t much / you do the Roger Rabbit in Shape Ups / still blabbing bout some frame up vision / MN living gray duck risen / nay fucks given, way subliminal / class-war criminal trying to make my stance more pivotal / see what is left is suspect / the Pepsi Gen went crystal meth / and punk rock dads scream rap is dead / I laughed until I lost my chill / I’m really real, half Built to Spill half Kill at Will / half shark alligator and my Philly filled / Mill City kid in the field / gritty is in the blood, proof is in the track / fifty in the tank, on you like a Mac Truck / roll with a ton on my back / better back up fast

(Hook)

DOOMTREE "Gray Duck"

The new album ALL HANDS in stores 01.27.15 www.doomtree.net

CABIN KILLER
Produced by Cecil Otter, Lazerbeak, and Paper Tiger Guitar by Jake Hanson
(Dessa)
Like the clock in the gut of the gator / they all talk (tick) / Earned every dime in my pocket / they pocket watching / Eyes wide—you must of gotten in the belladonna / watch if you wanna / I work in that Castellano lisp / French Resistance / Oxford comma / Get press like I’m all cuff and collars / Winter’s brisk, double down, if you’re gonna stay on it / seasons here even freeze the deep water / But it keeps the genes hardy / So feed a fever, the winter we starve keep / razor in the cheek / robin in the ribcage / braided in the street / hair down in the crib stay / easy on the beat / mouths get easier to feed / Meter’s running, every minute gotta matter—move / I got a minimum to meet
(Sims)
I’m in that two-seater beater bumping Big Freedia / scheming on something I could eat up / with this dime and this nickel / I might take down Visa for the three percent I feed them / I am not your profit / I am Travis fucking Bickle / kill a paparazzi lobby / bring the body down to Lockheed / stuff it in a Maserati / just playing, that’s just the funny shit I’m dreamin / while I’m pouring your Chianti / serve a couple tables and I’m off on my Bianchi / I’m outie kemosabe weaving all these zombies by me / money, money, money all they ever fucking say / I should’ve left yesterday / Okay I need a couple bucks to fill my cup and you know this / but holding on to something gold never was the focus / never fell for the hocus pocus, it’s all bogus
/ bullshit, goldfish, guppies, yuppies fucking disgust me / ugly man, I’m sick of this shit so I untie my wrists / and I undock my ship / I dream a new planet with only fun occupants / so I uncock my hips and I dance like an idiot / see how electric my city is / Lake City pacemaker / put the pulse in it / Big Sims and I keep it authentic
(Mike)
Running Man jump back, bio-funk divisible / Hungry Jack swing, hide your trunk visible / Steel wool brillo teeth, sleepin like I’m Hampton / Leak blood in widow's peaks, geekin up vampin / C’mon Dougie I been rap—frrserious / 4 minus 5 (1) Fantastic Furious / WWF, www dot calm the fuck down right now / or you’ll get WW3’d, all of you dummy to me / money turn putty when fuddy duddies act funny with me / D-Bo everything, eenie meanie that’s mine / I said gimme guh-gimme gimme gimme plenty / Beamer and the Sim simma / The Vimmy, the semi / Petty bounty, any penny or any fedi / Homie is you relevant? Lemme get a piece / I’ma retell it, develop it, sell it to the beast / Rollin in a bread box, mayo spillin / on the ceiling, bailing 187 / Satan kneeling, hailing, doing my bidding / grillin, never chillin, I’m Hella Frreal / Peeling on God’s lemons, spillin milk, drowning kittens / Sick hurlin, feelin like I’m illin, wheelin, and dealin / Mike the Thriller, chill killer it’s been a minute / You can show and prove, I’ma stand and deliver it
(Cecil)
I’m peeling off into the city lights / dripping like Dali in the alleyways / I had my way with the ways of the world but the world found its way back / Gray slacks, paid tax / laid tracks to the last spike / but that was last night / wait um, that was just the D M T um / we young, we dumb, we fulla gun powder
(Stef)
We got em back against they feelings / they bent, they went willing / we didn’t push em / nah, tell them fuckers to Stay Puft / Marshmallow men, harsh mellows / when they get in ya space then settle in / never let em again / Throw piss, throw em off of ya scent / and never let em again / they placate like we here to pretend / never let em in

DOOMTREE "Cabin Killer"

CECIL (Hook) 
We got cracks in our armor / Got cracks in the ceiling / and this axe that we’re wielding will react when we’re feeling that / Crack / Attack / Attack and we’re on you like a Mack truck Your Honor / We are that fucking filthy 

SIMS 
It’s 2000 and self destruct and everybody’s yelling that shit is all fucked / Yuck / I never liked the construct of that square wheel / Like “money ain’t real” / …wait…but that ain’t real / ...Oh, now I get it / We could take it all and split it / Give it to the village / Doomtree villains / out for the killing…no kidding / Good man but I went a bit bitter when they took a little bit of the dinner off my plate / High stakes / Okay / I’ll play / but it ain’t your game / and it ain’t your rules cuz it ain’t your world / and I brought my crew / We some dirty lip fuck your rules living ugly goons / It’s no kings / No way / You’re so vain / you probably think it’s about you / Well it is and it ain’t / and it ain’t, but it is / I go so fucking nasty no restraint / Well I get props and I play it off / I see em hot but I fade em all / Hello world it’s L.O.P. / B.T.Z. / Keep your ring / Move out my way, let me do my thing / let me do my thing / Imma do my thing 

MIKE 
Friction lock rivet / Goonish as all fuck / Prudent to all stunts / Proving the laws of logarithm / Like the wag of a dog’s tail / Bark back / Woof! / Light the rag on your cocktail / Spark that / Champ on that slang chop / Chump on that chomp rap / Prolly a stomp sack / Man gimme my prop back / Hold your tooth to my non dap / I ain’t no Diddy boy / That Beni know we go scrimp dance / Dougie don’t stop that! / Señor Frreal Z 3 R zero / None other, who’s kooler / Hoola-hooping thru bank 0’s / Hewlett packing, loogie yacking on Don Hero’s / Bomb appearance / Nights in Paris / raw dogging cross limos / Toss demos / Snot rockets blow up the sub-labels / Long tables / Calling shots on a crowd potato / The slang mongrel with fanged tonsils / We slay goblins / Gayngly gayng violent / Wrangling fake monsters (Hook) 

STEF 
What’s up? / No kings / No love for your made-up things / In the paint but it ain’t no game on the wall with a little complaint / Leave that stain / Weave through cities dodging rain no thing but an open door / It’s yours / No lie but you gotta get dirty man fix your pride / We some preach em real, reach em, steal em from low ideals type dudes / with a stepped up set of skills and an ick style so kill that wills update daily / No frills or pilled up babies / No posture phony just rock solid unfuckwitable dropped knowledge / No love for the bull horns give em / Thorns get em in / Swarm, let em make friends with a storm / Buddy up get close to the war / Insides out, no love for the boring / Naw, bored / and I bet the hearts off and beating under hardwood flooring / Poor man’s Poe (Hook)

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"Wearing A Bear" by P.O.S off of Chill, dummy out now on Doomtree Records

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Raps by P.O.S
Beat by Lazerbeak
Mixed by BJ Burton
Mastered by Huntley Miller at HM Mastering 
Artwork by Michael Gaughan

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