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• The Wren - Doomtree
• The Grand Experiment - Doomtree
• Punch-out - Doomtree
• Jaded - Doomtree
• Gander Back - Doomtree
• Fresh New Trash - Doomtree
• Drumsticks - Doomtree
• Bangarang - Doomtree

I'm in your garden now, I pick them flowers out,
I went too far right now, I meant we bottomed out,
You dig for higher ground, You pick the fire now,
No time for stop and tore the wires out,
I've got this music in my head, I've got this hole in
my chest,
I've got this bird in my hand that looks like it's been
crushed to death,
But it's a players game, ante up and take your token,
Keep one beneath your tongue for when your best gets
broken,
I swallowed my tongue, I bided my time,
Tryin to do just this one thing right,
Buy the book with the hook descends I'm shook,
God knows I'll always bite,
Cuz part of the fun is in road rash,
Feelin the gravel go past,
And I don't care what they say,
There's no such thing as a clean break,
You're too smart to say what you think and I'm
Too real not to say what I feel,
But when it starts to sink, I grab the wheel,
I keep on steering for you, I keep on steering for you,
Reroute the end if I could, She want revenge and wants
good,
She wants my head upon wood, lop it off the chopping
block,
She was stoppin watchin red flags, comin,
Then her red legs are runnin, Always heaven heavy drops
to the floor,
Lockin the door, and that's it,
Don't let her in, no veteran, hello doll, the ???,
Then I'm back in the red again, latched to the
skeleton,
Open, relax and just settle in, Enjoy that bad
medicine,
Push it to the limits, Good beginings are the toughest
ones to finish,
I found your pale faced, blue-lipped guide beneath the
kitchen table,
Starving, and eating paper, showed me what you'd wrote
and what you'd asked,
Love, Nothing can live on prayers like that, love,
It's not vengeance, and it's not bloodlust,
Justice is just a ???
So hold down the magician, the beautiful assistant,
She get her turn with the saw,
Percocet god, she workin them claws,
Only purpose to draw more bad blood,
That's a sad war, love, You know that though,
You know those chains were self-imposed,
Your words must sting your molars,
Sing it slower, cursin while your world is sinkin
lower,
Rewind and watch it go backwards, from last lines to
first words,
The flash goes back in the camera, the flask back in
the handbag,
Don't ask how after one phone call,
He hit two lovebirds with only one stone lost,
Valentine's Day at the dead letter office,
Lookin for my girl like Yellow Ledbetter,
2:14, she said she left to find the meaning of life,
Whatever that means, I wonder where she's sleepin
tonight,
I found your pale-faced, blue-lipped guide...
You're too smart not to say what you think...
I'm in your garden now...
I'm in over my head, over my head,

DESSA
It begins with a flash
I know they say it ends the same
Bit of skill, bit of chance
Now every player guess the game
We start with these planets waltzing through the darkness
Tip the axis, that one's ours
Zoom the cameras in, cue lights up
Dim the stars
We shape the stone, paint our pictures on the wall
We hunt alone
Plant in spring, learn to harvest in the fall
We choose a king, mine the metal for his forges
To better wage our wars
And all of Olympus is laughing
Until we go and split the atom
SIMS
Push that metal on down the road
We built this city on coal and gold
Money that trickle out
Fill up that cup and sip it down
From the salt in the sails on down the rails,
Everything's for sale is the golden rule
Including... well, I'm no fool.
They get in a rush in a haze
But I get out of mind
Out of body
Out of pocket
I don't mind putting on a bit of mileage but
I won't auto-pilot with my eyelids shut.
I'm still gunning
But I learned what's worth huntin'
And I learn what's worth nothin'
Saw it
Read it
Outdone it
STEF (hook)
There's not escape
They're always looking for that easy out
There's nowhere to go, yeah.
There's no patience
They always looking for that easy out
But there's nowhere to go, yeah.
CECIL
Now all the parts are running
Sparks are spilling out the gears
Over some thousand faces waiting years to see this work
Aching 'cause they need it first
Patient, but they seem berserk
Waiting for this feast of merch
Yo! Save a slice for me and her!
Isn't it marvelous, just darling
(It's the newest thing)
It's totally harmless, but it's charming
(It's the cutest thing)
But it bites,
Not hard,
Just hard enough to break the skin
And your bones
And your back
And the bank.
But wait, it comes with a warranty
For a week, and that's respectable
It's cheap and it's ethical
Well, it's ethical, well it's magical, really.
See, you put the cash in the till
Fill in the blanks
That's it.
For my next trick
I need your password, and an exit
And then poof.
(Cue the fog machine)
(Hook)
MIKE
Modern man
Out of hand
Motor mind
Off the line
Automate the operator
Can you hear me clearly?
I'm gonna live forever
Gave me guerilla arms
And shot me into outer space
With hyper-colored glitter bombs
We'll make our marks, huh?
They'll put no stop to us
We'll leave our footprints in foothills and dance the Megatropolis.
Pushing evolution faster
Catching continental drifts
Desperately seeking solutions to problems we know we'll never fix
In the belly of a robot
Out the valley of a microchip
Dialysis in Wonderland
Apple-Z the viruses
I've never been myself
There is no human experience
You can't Apple-S yourself
This is the grand experiment.

[Verse 1: Mike Mictlan]
Ring around the squared circle
Side setter repertoire
Blind sider gut splitter butt splatter weapon paw
Second guesser predecessor hidden stressor
Set it off
Second in command commanding power with the reckoning force
Double O ten
Larger than Kelly Robinson
You getting knocked out harder than Danny Donavon
Doomtree Blowout winter for your wonderland
Willing to only cut a man bullies will never understand
Wooly mammoth Minnesnowta
Murder Maker Mike Mictlan
Hoodie, parka, Nordic, mitten, muzzle, skully, get it on
Sims and Cecil, Mike and Stef (and Dessa and Paper), Lazerbeak the legend
Wings and Teeth teaming up, feeding on the lesser parts
Uptown to Peavey Park
West Bank to Powderhorn
Doomtree
Captains of the rapping Liberal North
Sovereign township on some Watership Down shit
The Bangarang Gang
Style over everything!
[Verse 2: Sims]
I try to stay cool, let the assholes be assholes
But they're pulling on my last hopes
Yeah they're pulling on my last cord
Anymore and I might dive them something to die for
Call 911 last days in America, the primates won
At the mouth frothing like troglodytes
I'm on a zombie hunt, yeah it's on tonight
Put out an APB, all these silverback gorillas on the trail chasing me
Man, I should just move to the sticks
And let these alpha males roll in their own shit
But I ain't giving into you
I'm a citizen too, who's trying to save who?
On a big white horse in a pale grey suit
So I move with the moon

Dessa: Oh's of the cigarette just to say who lights it
first. All of you didn't think the pirouettes would
lift your stink? On the phone with a close friend whose
name you don't know something they became a face so sad
you can't go. It's amazing what they let you get away
with in dim lights, and it's crazy watching you go pale
in stage lights. The hand bills the fan mail, the
phones that they shoot. You show up just to look at
them looking at you? You've got that gold touch you've
got that mad rush of the bored and over-lonely adored
by young strangers and stranger to old friends. You
came up quick and now you've got the bad bends can't
remember which houses you live in and which ones you
visit. Business is different than what you'd envisioned
it isn't it? All this cause and not an effect check.
Just gauze and perkasit bump the set till God can hear
it. And quell this fear that I'm feeling that heaven is
quite deaf.
And all I hear is can we love me, watch me, did he love
me, honey kiss me, is she awfully naughty, even naughty
laadee daadee move your body
Cecil Otter: Or use your body language A) cause it's
easy to read B) cause you're stuck in anxiousville C)
you don't speak so easily. You know we can be mindfuck
buddies or the beast with two backpacks. Just gotta
trust somebody after you suck somebody into your laugh
track. Your audience is crying and I know you've
noticed you're focusin' in circles dear. I see your
lips moving but all I hear is does he still love me?
Why don't he know that I'm in pain? Why don't he still
need me? Why don't he know that I can change?
P.O.S.: Take steps like I don't wanna wake ya, not a
sound from the floor board four more steps to the door.
Don't look back don't get sh don't crack. Don't act so
took don't tack another story on the time is gone for
that just go. Maybe cuz the time was wrong up in the
head but the heart's a strong one. Is what I should
have said. Woulda coulda but the door still creaks.
Just leave please just don't speak. These dreams need
sleep and I walk to remove to relieve not cope. Hope
don't float. Hope sinks low. Hope breeds free with the
demons below. Faith is a razor blade you can raise to
the face of any hangman that gives you up just go.
And all I hear is can we love me, watch me, did he love
me, honey kiss me, is she awfully naughty, even naughty

[Mictlan]
Hardliner (streak), crack the felt-tip
Clock-winder (tweak), patch the velvet
Cap-un Air-Soft electric
Eat the face off a centipede
I'll Metroid your section
A bitter cold heart from a bit of a slow start
Pivot on a shitter shitting out a Wonka Gold Card
Inka-drinka bottle of Aquanet
Hock a loogie at lookie-lous
And you? Jockin' it
[P.O.S.]
Promise of stressin' out
Them long days could snap
Then split wrists with style like slap bracelets
Stack cases not murder raps but cases
Fulla MPC's, guitars, basses
Drum machines, pedals, and crap to murder rap
Yeah, I don't take a sec to breathe I ain't heard of
that
I'm just here to press through
Continue to rep Doom
And splinter mess from blow up the spot to wreck rooms
[Sims]
Sims hoppin in
Mid-continent occupant
Cold spot non-stoppin it
From the stock locked old cops cocking it
Who works for who is so obvious
So bend the barrel back
Send the Herald that
Nothing but news for the numb with the thumb on snooze
for the young
Booze for the rest just to keep on pressing
You're looking fresh but who you impressing?
[Hook]
Relax, ease back, breathe fast, read maps, breeze past
speed traps
We don't want that
We don't take that
We don't need that
Save that act
You play the part, we play the blade
We scrape your heart
We came to take the mark
[Sims]
And it seems that the heart is the heart of the problem
You want the view from the roof
Don't want to build from the bottom
Truth is we got 'em
Brick by brick over fist with or without 'em
The road is slick but I steer through
Push the pedal with the red-and-blues spinning in the
rearview
Top Ramen jar-sipper, bar-ripper
I dig to build, they dig to fill the sifter
[P.O.S.]
We'll prolly never grow up into a Cosby sweater
Hobby better
Yet ever quit
Well prolly never
This is not a switch
This is in my blood simple as spit
Never rich, never stressed, never poor, never sick
When's that?
Prolly never
I'll stick to simple shit
Like the beat never left I'ma walk with a little bit of
rhythm in my step
[Mictlan]
We pocket the Polly, sully, then ollie the ox
Rocket the broccoli probably obvi', we didn't poli' the
cost
Poppin' off the collar?
Chilled heat
Call me Sake Bomb
Holla for hobby, all for the offer now talk to me calm
The Boom-Diggi-Doom
The groove's in me so move
If you with me then prove
Break bread fam
Who emptied the room?
We brought plenty to move
We were too heavy for wombs and cracked diaphragms
Hook
[P.O.S.]
From the frost-bit center of America's map
A couple cats tryna get a couple hands to clap
Tryna eat, tryna live a little
Gander back
From the frost-bit center of America's map
A couple cats tryna shake a little stress with rap
But hold up
We don't breathe enough

SIMS
I been making my story while they waiting on glory
They speak with strays and got a lot to blame
Hey, alright okay
You still yelling out without nothing to say, huh?
What, you tryna stop the rain?
It won't let up
There's no set up
It's only meta
Hey, alright okay
Strictly for the flame, I'm like fuck the fame, huh
When it all comes tumbling down
The man bui, t with rubble while you fumbled your crown
Hey, alright okay
'Cause everything is that way, okay?
CECIL
We share the road with a mutual lack of shame
We share our souls that are suited for laughs and pain
Dancing for acid rain
Fanning the flames underneath us
Hoping it'll reach us
Coping with the teacups full of storms
Mean mugs full of hate
We trudge through the storm
We love to relate
Affiliate
Fake? Never, no way
We shake out of our skin and make the great escape
But wait,
I need a little less in my headphones.
No wait,
I need a little more in my headphones.
No wait,
Man, I think I'll just head home
Headstrong, reciting every word on my headstone
STEF (Hook)
Let it go
Let it roll on past
Don't hold back
Understand it's over before you know
Let it go
Let it roll on past
Don't hold back (x2)
Yeah, and I'm feeling like fresh new trash
Top of the can, out of the bag
And scattered all over everything
Nothing can last
Beautiful, dash our pursuit of a path
Clear of the garbage, hardly
Boss me soft
Watch me scoff
Toss me, I just laugh
Heavily cough
Stop never, ain't no shakin' me off
I chainsaw walls
Laws for the rich ain't for me yet
'Til it's warm, we in the corner writing warnings making bets
You by your lonely making threats
Let you scar my open arms
Try and teach my open head
How to turn yours
Burn more
I just keep the floors full
Unlocked, no score kept
No bullshit
DESSA
I been boom
I been bust
I rep Doom
'Til I'm dust
And yes, this shit rumbles and rusts
But the engine still runs
We're all friends, here, all love
Why don't you roll with us?
A passion, a purpose, a business
It's personal
Witness the curse as it's written with crossed t's and dotted I's
Not allotted lotta time
Gotta try and get your lines right
Don't mind that sinister sky
Just let the spinnaker fly.
MIKE
We get our songs out
And what we got is what we got
No amount of food is Falling out the side of our mouth
Rhymes come out and the food goes in
If we flop then we don't win
The label takes and L
This isn't indie rap
This is ten years
Stress and tears
Sweat and fears
Acceptance from our friends and peers
And everything that's got us here
It's written on my face
You can see it when I close my eyes
And sing a Dessa Darling line
The realest thing I never wrote
Quote me any time
"It's win, lose, or tie"
Still Doomtree 'til I die
Even after death and dirt
Let 'em know who said it first, then put it on your favorite shirt
Rap won't save you
Sell 'em absolution with a verse.

[Cecil]
We work the mics and rehearse the lines that life
furthers
And curse the vines that you might have heard your
rumors from
Like it's me verse a vice or vice versa
Then I returned to the life that Christ nurtured
Come come now
You're feet first in ice water
We're feet first in fire
We reversed the modern and earned the checks
From the check one-two's
The three-four-fives
And the right to watch the sun on the eastern seaboard
rise
[Mictlan]
Pack up the bags, eat
Sleep for a second
Then it's back in the van
Listen to beats for the record
Feel like it's all that I ever knew
Convenient procedure
All for the revenue
Leave at my leisure
So coming soon to a college town near you
DTR here we are
Holla atcha rap group
Incorporated so of course it's hated
Write, record, order it, re-order it the more we make
[Dessa]
This is not a promise it's a threat
The cigarette to your balloon
Cue the gossip roll the tape I rock the room
Say it's a nose job
As in she got it cause she knows somebody
I'm paying dues in red blood and borrowed money
Son me if you can
Lemme see your grand plan
A low-budget production bandana glamour on a handcam
Here let me sign your poster strike a poser
Sleeping in my armor while you're sleeping on your
holster
[P.O.S.]
It goes get money waste
Rather take money from a thing we need to a thing we
Jake honey nothing's free
True indeed
Open the seam
Scribble the bleed
Agitate seed to leaves
Conceive Doomtree
Blood brothers
Close shutters
They don't need to see this beast
Prose sputters free
Those other Joes peddle cheap
And shody work'll bruise your body purple
Some folk'll never lose a toe, but then again some
folk'll
[Sims]
You say that hell is human
I say you break it you buy it and make the shell-toes
move in on self-improvement quicker that you could sell
the movement
Make the circuits mash across the circus act
Two-thousand-something moving circa that
Turn off the screwdriver
Ghostwriter for hire
Tie up the wires
I am the fire supplier of inspired rap
Burn the empire back

MIKE (hook)
Doomtree Bangarang
All these rappers sound the same
Beats? Sound the same. Raps? sound the same.
Wings, fan the flames
Teeth, with the fangs
Ten years in our lane
Doomtree Bangarang
STEF
When it breaks...
When it breaks we'll know it's time
We'll know it's up to us to fix it
When it aches to make it's mind we'll pick it
'Til then we'll steer it
Get us near, we'll swim the distance
Fear after persistence
Kin by cuts with all decisions lived with
Can't live without by now, that's why we shout so loud
Couple down
All respect allowed the rest could never doubt
Options offered often
Toss 'em to the chop 'em block 'em hostile dodge 'em
Keep watch what I been rockin'
Whole team with a grip got it
No polish
(Hook)
CECIL
Now underneath this canopy
Crumbling insanity
Bellies rumbling hungering for the fantasy
Had to see something come from them
Had to be crushing savagely
Not your average everyday
Nothing short of a masterpiece
And the torches of the past are like a fortune for the future
We've been fortunate enough to know no borders, no rulers
No schools are out of session
No school's out of the question
No tools will go unused and no fools will go unmentioned.
And there's a tension in the air we're breathing
We breathe heavy
We breathe largely
Release the levy
Feel the tension in the air we're breathing
And breathe heavy
And breathe largely
Release the levy
(Hook)
SIMS
They hate, they petty
They say we too heady, too heavy, too many, too much punk
Much too drunk, too much luck, love too much
But we earned it all
All work 'til the curtain calls and our time is up
They ain't got enough
And it burns 'em up
Before tour and First Ave it was D4, T-Rock
And way more than I'll name drop
But I got y'all when I see y'all
And I'll keep y'all when the beat stops
I built more than a rap career
I got my family here
But some punks wanna jump up
With a sharp tongue and their fronts up
Like we got here by dumb luck
But they just wanna become us
That's what's up when you come up
I move like a dump truck
Too long on the road and I earn what I hold
But if you wanna let me know I can burn your flow like
Whoa.