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released October 12, 2018

Four Fists is P.O.S and Astronautalis

Produced by Subp Yao
Executive produced by Lazerbeak

Vocals recorded by Brady Moen at April Base and The Hideaway
Mixed by Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Microphonic Mastering

Photography by Graham Tolbert
Design and layout by Andy McAlpine

Thank you Mary Thayer, Brock Cummings, Lazerbeak, and PEOPLE.


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FOUR FISTS Minneapolis, Minnesota

P.O.S x Astronautalis

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Track Name: Nobody's Biz
Y'all can stay locked in the struggle
I been out backflipping, dog I go hard
Watch what you say out your muzzle
I've had it up to here, gets me so fired up
I ain't nothing but trouble
Boy I beat up a beat, don't lemme start
Get your ass up on the double
Get your ass up! I said
Get your ass up! I said

I'm moving forward
There’s casualties
I’m sick of distortions
Need honesty now
But there's nothing suggesting it's coming
These cowards are capable killers
That's shits inescapable! Pow!
No cops! Yes, now!
No cops! Yes, now!
No skipping progress, babe
No contest
Shits played out!
No cops! Yes, NOW!

I'm out here repping myself
Fuck is you looking at? Do you need help?
I am broken beyond recognition
Still it's better than any prescription they dealt
I am over the same conversations
Either do it or don't, I don’t care how you felt
I am motion made into a human
I am stardust on stardust on stardust on stardust I'm gone


Some people look at me cross-eyed when I tell em I own guns
You should see how they jaw drop when I tell em I want more
I ain't talkin a sawed off to keep thieves from my front door
I want a glock and an auto cause i don't trust the cops y'all

You say it’s paranoia, paranoia
All I do is laugh back
They spyin on ya, spyin on ya
Everybody's phone tapped
You takin orders? Takin over?
Exactly where you stand at?
Understand that
This man strapped

This about time all my liberal friends start sweatin
Speakin in NPR voices with stern glances
Pullin out stats faster than cops pull they weapons round Blacks
With their pants sagged and their snapbacks
Turned back with their hands up
Any fucking questions?

It’s fucked up, we all know it baby
Question is, why the fuck we waitin?
For some president to come fix the nation?
We takin aim to fix ourselves
Y'all can fix ya faces

Track Name: Bobby Hill
Y'all just bait for the wolves that came
Rocking that wool again
To tiptoe through your tulips and to your garden gate
Chomp through your new Balmain
Snatchin your stupid chain
Laughing at everything!

I'm Trick Daddy in flip flops
Cookin up them conch fritters
You P. Diddy at Burning Man
In lip gloss and white linen
I've been at it we outchere
My DMs y'all slide in em
Scratching at support slots
And guest lists you ain't gettin

Y'all band camp and bus rides
We cut class at lunch time
Got that? Then fall back like
LeBron James hairline
You're old and irrelevant
Like KRS-1
We might be broke and intelligent
But fuck it, we have fun

You might be cool but you ain't them
We act the fool but we ain't dumb
It might be due but it ain't come
You might be cool but we ain't friends
Cool but we ain't friends

You might but true but you ain't them
We act the fool but we ain't dumb
It might be due but it ain't come
You might be cool but we ain't friends
Cool but we ain't friends

I don't know you!
That's my purse!
Backwards down 94
Doing like 90 in a black Cadillac hearse
Head looking back hanging, yeah
With a cig hanging out dangling, yeah
And I been on that fuck that trash shit
I been out here screaming

“Y’all needs to growns up!”
Yeah, pasta with sauce, thanks!
Leave the crust on mom
I leave deposits in four banks
Seen a lot of that world stanks
Uh, Le Labo on me
Lay problems on
I'll probably wonder off and ponder em

Laughing at everything
Crying the rest maybe
But least I feel and care enough
To kill it for it catches me
You're dead meat
Your family's doomed
I should say it nicer
Nah, fuck it, I shouldn’t
Let's keep it true

It's cold for you
It's dark for you
It's done for you
Let's eat some food!

You're old and dumb
You're bored
And worst of all
(we know that shit it's catching up by now)
We're bored of you!

Track Name: Coriolanus
No matter where you run
It’s gonna follow you
Give up the ghost
Give up the ghost

Ain’t no one to hear you
Who you calling to?
Give up the ghost
Give up the ghost

Ain't nobody tryna save you
Ain't nobody tryna do that work if you ain’t tryna do that
This is not hyperbole
This is facts
This is know your value, recognize your gift
And I can't show you how to do that
I can show you how to make a couple dollars
I can't show you how to feel about a damn thing
Nah, I could prolly think of something
Hold up let me think of something
Drop all the work dedicate a couple days to ya cause

Lost hope
Not false
But misplaced
That out of step with the world’s
A common refrain
To every stretched out T-shirt teen
Who thinks the world is mean
And every girl who finds her chest obscene
Cuz her friends have dads

And men are fuckin trash
Growing up with gropers
And a host of hang-ups to get over
Take em over
How you feel
Take it over
What you do
Take it over
To get over
Over and over again


Anger's my meat, I feed upon myself
And so shall starve with each eating
And pass along in poorer health
Danger is the minds of men
Who see no lines dividing hell
It’s here, it’s clear there is nowhere
To hide from what's inside of us
Stop fighting it!

It's all in vein, like arteries
Sin's a thing that’s following like shadows, assholes, and the ball and chain
You got it man?
From the garden Eve
All the way
To the modern day
We dream of speed out running what is haunting our good name
And we believe that that is something that we can attain
Like sound and light is all to life that sets the clocks of things
And the speed of these is all we need to finally out pace
The evil deeds that we have screed in the book of you and me

It's fucking stupid
I was so foolish
To think I was safe
The gods ain't ruthless
They are mute and they just lay in wait
For us to fuck it up all on our own
Ain't that great?
No escape
Might as well just face it babe
Track Name: Sid Vishis
You got racks?
You got rims?
You bought your main girl a pair of them timbs?

You slang crack?
You whip a benz?
Ain't nobody in here give shit

You peel caps?
You pop xans?
You keep your money rolled up in rubber bands?

It cost what?
A hundred grand?
Ain't nobody in here give a shit


Some things never
Some things never change
Death at bay
People stay the same
Until they forced to fix it, clear away
Mister misbehave
Something’s gonna kill em any day
Rather that than dwell on something simple anyway

I got lotsa nothing
Steady clogging up my living space
I can’t give away enough to salvage what is truly great
You think you would demonstrate
Them answers that you offering
Shit don't make me sense to me
Like most the shit I'm lost in

I'm just cruising like
The gas is cheap or free
Let em beep at me
Two miles an hour
Tryna blend in with the scenery
Camo up the kit and slide above them who was shit to me
Past them fucks who didn’t see
Underneath the lock and key

My way like kickin Sid Vicious
Hit up, hit highway, duck prisons
Get up, get grind up, get livin
Never stop
Get it
Kill em
Do something cool to impress
A fool such as me is no less
Affected by what you possess
I'll never care, don’t fuck with it


Anyone with eyes and time can know
That that steam don't dance like smoke
That pot ain't boiling over
Building's burning! Time to go!
The truth is all we all hold
Will slip through hot hands just like falling snow
We ain't ballin
We just all in our control

But can you follow, yo?
Watch the moving cards
You can't spot the sucker at the table
Then it’s you, my God
But what is truly odd
Why you double down?
Racks up to your ear, my dear
Like, “this will draw a fucking crowd!”

One day they come around
And the next day they gone
Meanwhile we hold it down
For like a decade strong
They keep on talking loud
Like they got their headphones on
And we just steal their crowd
Tear it down and whip that Uber home

Boy, please take a bow
You're done now
I think it's time to go
Credits rolling, lights are on
Ushers like, “bitch hit the road!”
Ain't bouncing back, bitch without magic
You ain't Mystikal! With this flow
Case is closed
Ya trick!
Time to go!
Track Name: Annihilation ft. Sims
We been chompin at the bit all summer
Working til the winter come back
We all know the flood gone cometh
Who gonna build that arc?
Burn it from the top down, brother
We can sow seeds in that ash
We waitin for the spark that starts it
Like a strike anywhere match
Like a strike anywhere match
Like a strike anywhere match
We waitin for the spark that starts it
Like a strike anywhere match

They building condos while you sleep, my man
Up goes another as we speak, my man
And by the time you out them sheets, my man
They’ll replace every damned building on your street, my man

Every city look the same to me
Mixed-use mediocrity
Glass concrete and stone
And an Urban Outfitters, probably?
Better get in now, before they price you out your property
Or reinforce them doors, boy
And double up theatlock and key!

Water startin just to look like luxury
Oil starting just to taste like food
God really just must love ugly?
Or he never just listened to you

How long till the street turn bloody, B?
How soon till they come for you?
Roman Empire just came crumbling
Yeah, that violin play for you
Yeah, that violin stay in tune
Which straw gonna break you back, boy?
Turn your ass into something new?
Which law are they gonna enact boy?
Til they can take it all back from you?

I’ll be watching when the concrete crack
When the bridge collapse
And when it all fall back
Tick-tockin when the cables snap
Under the table with plans on the largest scraps

I got a good eye for faults
(And lies)
And trouble in disguise
Trust fucks about as far as they fly when tossed
Antarctica embossed across the heart
Baby, it’s cold don’t start with me!

I, annihilate!
I, I mean I pulverize!
Wait! I, decimate
One more, wait, wait, what I do?

Deal with me getting over on the script
Pour stiff St. James get a sip
No FOSTA or SESTA, shit
No tricks
I know it’s hard out here, pimp!
Burn it from the top down, brother
Let’s phoenix like we sposed to!
Circle with my pack an my coven
You can crawl around the camp
Like a creep til we ghost you


I showed up
Looking page 100
Something open
Half joking, half choking
I gave up bolting myself back together
Taking notice like an omen
Look at all these things that I
Left broken

Coast like Akira on a motorbike
Ghost In The Shell my poltergeist
Fire for the Zeitgeist, fly away
Jesus saves then annihilates
Tastes like batteries lime
Casualties —uhn —subhuman subprime
I ain’t got the time for that
I’m a strike anywhere match

I’m fucking dying
I’m fucking living
Ain’t fucking lying
Ain’t fucking kidding
I pull the pin out
Get the lead out
I hit the limit
I hit the limit
I’m East of Eden
My beasts of burden
My past to burn
My past to burn
Flames are feeding
Slash and burn
I slash and burn (x 1000)


Track Name: Joe Strummr
The dealer's in the backstreet
Screaming to her phone
Someone stole her stash and
She's gonna kill em now
We ran out to see what happened
Then slinked back to our home
Drew the shades
Locked the door
Unpaused Game of Thrones

Joe Strummer's been dead for too damn long
And now we’re all just numb to what's gone wrong
Hiding in our homes
Don’t talk to them
We don’t fight
We don't riot
Even when the war's outside our door
We don’t fight
We don't riot
Even when the war's outside our door
We don’t fight
We don't riot
Even when the war's outside our door

They're rioting in Virginia
We watched it from our phones
And changed our Facebook pictures
To congratulate ourselves
We make nervous jokes and whispers
About the sexts we’re sending out
And how the NSA's always listening
I wonder if they’re turned on?

Joe Strummer's been dead for too damn long
And now we’re all just numb to what they’ve done
You give an inch, and they'll just take your arm
No, we don’t fight
We don't riot
Even when the war's outside our door
No, we don’t fight
We don't riot
Even when the war's outside our door
We don’t fight
We don't riot
Even when the war's outside our door

Staring while standing still
Most times gun shots are cherry bombs around here
We could be sleepier
We could sure sleep easier
But, sometimes, them cherry bombs mean, i mean…

War’s outside our door
No, we don’t fight
We don't riot
Even when the war's outside our door

Track Name: Fjortis ft. Sims
I was 15 with my skater friends
Trying to act cool
Smoking cigs but I don't inhale
Still don't know how to
Nate had stole some bowling pins
He was so proud too
Like a cat left a morning mouse
“Look what I found you!”

Third Street was ours alone and then
The city was ours too
Rolled up on a gas station
Markers out to mark ground, dude
Someone had left a pump open and
I sprayed out fuel
You'd be fucking surprised
Just how far that’d shoot

Matches were scratched
I don't know how to
Explain how it happened
But I remember the sound, dude
Like, paper ripping
But louder than you
Can possibly imagine
Way more beautiful too

We stood stunned by the heat
It seemed impossible
We felt like we were kings
We laughed like we were fools
The next day when we skated by
And that firefighter looked confused
Why the fuck there was a bowling pin
In the ashes and rubble?

Trying to find the words for
What I need to come to terms with
When all I think is, “burn more”
(Burn more)
All I think is, “burn more”
(Burn more)

Or try to come to terms with
What I need the words for?
When all I think is, “burn more”
(Burn more)
All I think is, “burn more”
(Burn more)

I talking that teenage loiter
Dessa told me there’s a Swedish word for that
But my mind is short
So I lost it but that
Behind the automat
With papers and a Reggie sack
Paper Tiger's skating back

So kickin it's the modo
Pickin locks
And scribing lots
Of decent windows till they
Looking more like New York photos
And smelling like I'm 15
Look more than a bit mean
But I'm just Black
The suburbs got a way of making
Kids feel trapped
And angry
And untamed
And so much of the blame is lame
On more than one occasion lit a flame
With school in mind
But who am I?
Johnny fuckin Blaze?
Been on my Logan
Showing everyone the blades

I'm alright
Not like the
Great I'm supposed to be
Just want mine
Not like I'm asking for the seas
Just peace

Track Name: Dork Court
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
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
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

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

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
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
Track Name: G.D.F.R
God Damn Chan!
Laced us with this beat
So now I grace this lovely shit
With something taken from the reaches of my dreams
Blood and guts
Fucker what's and accusations
Pucker ups, sleeper nuts
And adult situations

And dropping steady foot by foot
Story after story
Passing time, no time to take a look
Dory prolly sorry
Nemo lost but really ain't too shook
Stef is prolly left behind
But chilling with a solid book

Like, like they ain't coming back
And I refuse to feel a feeling
Like they ain't looking out
But I got eyes on every villain
Know the best way out
Like every room’s a burning building
Show the worthless to the dumpster
Keep the true and willing

Filling up on junk
Passing up on sustenance
Busting under stress they pushing buttons
How they rest? I bet they don't
Like even if they earned it
Turn too many other cheeks
You learn to watch em burn shit

I don't even know us anymore
I don't know how we got this far
How did we just get so far home?
We ain't in Kansas anymore

I was lost in the weeds
Imbalanced chemically
Superchunk, indie punk
Tossing these seeds
Holding onto memories
Tracing these frail steps
Suicidal tendencies
Subliminally fucked with, yeah

Everybody love LA
Until you travel to the Bay
Everybody want to stray
Until you realize she bae

Lock it down! Block em out!
Put a ring up on it quick
In the club with you singing
“Throw some D's up on that bitch!”
Empty floor! Let em talk!
We ain't worried bout that shit
Whole city is our club
And we run that fucking thing!

Broke in the construction site
Years before we'd ever fight
Making out in the street lights
Now this is fucking our life!

God damned fucking right!
God damned fucking right!
Now this is fucking our life!
God damned fucking right!

Track Name: 6666
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

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
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

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


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)
Track Name: Unjinxed
Been at it for too long
“No backsies!"
Ripping off Ghostface
Since he rapped this
I'm Action Bronson with a six-pack
Scratch that I ain't got no abs cat
Besides, I ain’t going down that road
Still gotta get more stamps in the passport
“93 til Infinity”
You kidding me?
(Man, I kinda really hate that song)

Old heads straight gonna flip on me
White kids with all their dreadlock dreams
Fresh out of fucks and cover ups about that stuff
I don't care what y'all think, this is me!
Each year I peel more off the onion skin
Getting less scared to talk to my friends
Getting such strength from the woman I'm with
36 years I’m a god damn man!

For real, it feels like I’m finding things
Mostly cause I had to stop hiding things
It’s fucked up how I arrived at this
But luck comes in strange designs, I think?
And man, I'm really on my Gehrig shit
Luckiest man in the world I think
And if I pull it all off with no stops and stick this
Jesus god damned!
Then it might make sense!

Be just be me when I'm home
Free to delete all that road
What can I say?
Weed when I come in the door
“Please don't you leave us no more!"
What can I say to that?
It's just love
You don't say nothing
You just hug
And get to that loving

When the right ones stay
And you sleep in late
And you just behave
When you crack that maze
And you mean what you say
And it relates
What can they say to that?

I’m a creature, I’m breaching the barricades
I'm a sneak, I’mma be where the terror lays
I'mma peek at the pieces you put away
I'm a freak, I'm a beast, I will not behave!
I was born this way
I was raised up brave
And I shook that slave
And I made my way
Alright okay!

Let's drop that
Step back
Check that hindsight
Got that
Did that
Want that
Let's get that
Mary let's book that!
No doubt
No time
Let's take that!

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