We Don't Even Live Here

by P.O.S

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We Don’t Even Live Here is the fourth solo album from Doomtree co-founder, punk philosopher and lyrical bomb-thrower Stefon Alexander, aka P.O.S. It’s a tight, bombastic record that builds on the Minneapolis-bred rapper and producer’s penchant for grinding beats and radical lyrics. But at the same time, WDELH marks a change -- in sound and in attitude.

Known for welding hip-hop with guitar squalls and screamed vocals, on WDELH P.O.S. steps away from his noisy past in favor of futuristic beats fit for a Berlin nightclub. Though his hip-hop foundation is firm on tracks like the fiery “Fuck Your Stuff” and the funky “Wanted/Wasted,” the album brings banging new sounds from dance-oriented collaborators like German DJs Boyz Noise & Housemeister, Gayngs’ Ryan Olson, and Innerpartysystem’s Patric Russel

Also along for the ride are Bon Iver’s Justin Vernon (who lends his shapeshifting vocals to the heartfelt bear-hug of an anthem “Where We Land”) and P.O.S.’ trusted Doomtree co-conspirators Lazerbeak, Cecil Otter, Mike Mictlan, and Sims. Bringing it all into focus is all-star producer and mix engineer Andrew Dawson (P.O.S.’s former high school classmate), who has worked on platinum releases from the likes of Kanye West, Jay-Z, Beyonce, Rick Ross, Lil Wayne and Fun.

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released 22 October 2012

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Doomtree is a collective of seven friends who live in Minneapolis and make music together. They’ve earned acclaim for genre- defying recordings, explosive live performances, and their fierce loyalty to one another. Members include P.O.S, Dessa, Sims, Cecil Otter, Mike Mictlan, Lazerbeak, and Paper Tiger. The DIY outfit has built an international fanbase one city, one show, and one song at a time. ... more

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Track Name: Bumper
I take my time with it | I take forever | sick of working that clever | let’s skip ahead to the next | pushing my own limits | I’ll make it better | ain’t no one touching my future | ain’t no one fucked with my old shit yet | ain’t shit inspiring since last we met | can’t forget that Doomtree crew | got style we spit that space cadet | that dumb that make that place forget | they worry let they reason wiggle clean | we come in bent with the smooth criminal lean on some... | at $10 a pack I might as well resort to robbery | while rappers try to act like their labels advance them money still | and acting rich in a shaky and fake economy might make the indie kid at the award show snatch a chain and peel, | yeah | They front so hard them fuckers they can’t even look in my eyes, naw | they on some nonsense we on some non stop | simply put I’m on some over it | underwhelmed cigarette | bark at some fully afflicted nerds | tryna mix martial art me | can’t go two blocks | all you do is win huh? | boner jams, | spam | let em spar with the end | imma lash at them | animus cannibal pugilistica spit | future unwritten | let my pen wrangle it | manhandle nonsense | can’t fake away your fangs sucker | leach but you don’t sting pest | fade cause you can’t hang | I came to play|Icametorock|Icametostay|theycamesosoft|can’tlookaway|myrockersoff|out the box | in your itunes out your mouth | in with the next shit | out like a get away car | yeah
Track Name: Fuck Your Stuff
My whole crew’s on some shit | scuffin up your nikes | spittin on your whip | kickin out your DJ | rock it then we dip | looking out the window like Malcolm | just when I thought this culture was open | they go and doubt them | fuck dumbing it down | spit ice | skip jewelry | molotov cocktails on me like accessories | um they can teach you how to front | I am really raw | I ain’t seen a mirror in a month | but I stay fly | spinning man | flippin out | with the breeze | i’m a ceiling fan | imma get em | I can show you how to bump | something heavy in the back | Marshal stacks in the trunk | got the windows down | I got the heat turned up|onblast|wagginonemonthewestbank|handlingthestash|orcatchmeona mission | pissing in some convertible tryna create some tension | or in a book discussing Christopher Hitchens | or how to make bombs with shit you find in your kitchen | listen | my whole crew’s on some shit | scuffin up your nikes | spittin on your whip | kickin out your DJ | rock it then we dip | we don’t watch the replay | we play | I’ve never cared about yourbucks|soifIrunupwithamaskonprobablygotagascantoo|andI’mnothereto fiiler up | nope | we came to riot | here to incite | we don’t want any of your stuff | keep sticking to the script man | we never seen that shit | we knew the secret before they went ahead and wiki leaked it | made a dub | bang it out the speakers | hoping to smash capital | quotes on the word leaders | they in the past so we dancing on they ashes | onward upward laughing at them masses | thinking while they sit | I just go off on they ass | wearing last years trash | ladies still be batting lashes | and trying to smash it’s the passion to go | the lack of a muzzle | and the style so irrational | fuck your stuff | understand my whole crew’s on some shit | scuffin up your nikes | spittin on your whip | kickin out your DJ | rock it then we dip | we don’t watch the replay | I ain’t kidding | I got this brick in my hand | my whole crew’s on some shit | scuffin up your nikes | spittin on your whip | kickin out your DJ | rock it then we dip | we don’t watch the replay | alright tonight let’s make it terrible for em | whole crew’s on some shit | scuffin up your nikes | spittin on your whip | kickin out your DJ | rock it then we dip | we don’t watch the replay | we play
Track Name: How We Land
We on our own trip | falling in love by the milligram | pay no attention, no intentions could keep this from getting out of hand | so resistant cause we know that we are so content to sleep where we land | so sick we get to choose when we skip the plan | pay no intention, no resentment ever evened out a weaker hand | get some comfort from the chemist and we hold each other close as we can | wait wait wait wait wait wait wait | worse things have happened to better people | that’s the mantra | the feelings are over with | sick pout | kissed | but no frown flipped | missed it | we’re dealing with oceans | big fish bigger hooks | no coast, row | but just don’t go quiet | keep them alarms loud | let em look | no harm meant friction in the gaze | stare easy or fade to another place | why stay | ain’t no sense in mending any fences | they break | only taken when there’s things to take | all away | all of me offered if you ask | but only if you ask | honesty could cost me all I have | take it, we stay on our own trip | stopping the world to creep again | sleeping where I land | soft | demons eating | bottom speeding up toward my feet | I’m easily lost | needing for caution | fear to exhaust | escape the dearest to me | clear for take off | we gone again | autobahn | counter all encounters | cracks in the armor | home without a doubt | it’s a thin line between coded and closed | cozy in any mode | long as I’m covered | so long as I’m not exposed | this place is wrong for me | offer me | all or nothing | all for nothing | love me not | watch me closely | call my bluff and call the shots | roller coasting | off the lot|outthebox|busted|butfuckit|it’swhatI’vegot|soitrustitwhetherornotit’son its own trip | we’re so amused with dismay | ignore the fuse | straight in the flame | we’re so amused with dismay | ignore the fuse | (Justin Vernon) | fully, fully | i’m relying, i’m relying| and your heart legs like a joke |cut the cable, leave the oaks | im the fable, now we choke | love me baby while you poke, i won’t befriend a lie | 7 red glosses imbedded in cold washes they said | motivated mosses are holding over thier hounches she said | if more of them was honest you know no one would be cautious | and i hope that scans with your man!
Track Name: Wanted Wasted
It takes what it takes | a little vague but I’ll make it work thanks | that’s Minnesota on the mind | I know every lyric of “The Decline” | and sing it back | been living that might as well know the soundtrack | that blank stare that doesn’t make you care | shit, it’s not designed to make you care | they bet you won’t care | you don’t | so I guess next come | we don’t give a fuck like the anthem | when giving a fuck is taking a chance | black president | hurray for history | the shit’s still totally pretend | I mean fuck sports | team on my back doe | Doomtree hoopty | Cadillac flow | no kings | only thinking in dreams | only work for impossible things | we the best in the world | wait at what? | wanting, wasting | who the best in the world? | huh, i don’t know | we the best in the world | at getting sick | trying to
find our places | I’m the best in the world | at kickin it and working on some future shit | I write it down for the little revolutions | peace to Anonymous | good lookin out | I give it up for who’s seeking the solutions | scheme for the rest of us | what’s cooking now | straight plans | manage | slim chances | damage | all standards | advance | advantage ha | and it’shottoo|whotheboss|whoontopboy|notyou|notme|sameteam|exceptwe don’t expect the same things, I mean | all that glitters stay cold | same old story unfold, shit | it’s in a black man’s soul to rock that gold, naw | it’s in a black man’s soul to take a chain off | it’s in a black man’s soul to roll free | it seems like a black man’s role is to fold cheap | and the white folks laugh, shit | but they chasing the same carrot | same debt same trap | same aim same crap | want it waste it | we stray from that path | we kicks it in the haunted basements | where we all so ghost | no kings | only working on impossible things | we the best in the world | wait at what? | wanted wasted | who the best in the world? | huh i don’t know, you? | we the best in the world | at getting tricked | trying to find our places, right? | I’m the best in the world | at kickin it and working on the future | (ASTRONAUTALIS) | Don’t worry you’re next! | He said it one day it will all make sense | If you sit upon this bench and watch a train go by in a blink | Think of them inside, and what their time is like | And how our’s stretches while their’s just shrinks | Everything plus the kitchen sink | Melt it down, we don’t need those things | You don’t own that home, you just holdin a place | You keep a seat warm for your old friends at the bank | Thanks! | Are we for real still sweatin shampoo on planes? | When I done have flown 100 times with a knife on my chain | Probably shouldn’t say, Please ixnay, in case my laptops tapped by TSA | Believe that babe, you ain’t keep the heat a bay | Keep sweatin al’qaeda, I’m scared of the banks | Keep stacking them chips, I’m piling grains | It ain’t IF...its when? | Cause we the best of this thing | DANG! | we the best in the world | at all of it | wanted wasted | who the best in the world? | probably it’s probably you | we the best in the world | trying to find our places | I’m the best in the world | working on a future | don’t worry you’re next!
Track Name: They Can't Come
Let em look let em look | hey I’m a flash in a class of my own | a disaster with thoughts overblown | i massacre average crap | with a head so advanced | I was kicked out of school, never warned | picked out, red flagged as a dirt bag | sick fuck, punk with a rat in his book bag | pig pen with a head full of deal wit it | mouth full of fuck that, no concealing it | in the burbs where the words don’t sting | cause the birds and the boss and the cops don’t think | you could tell who the fink, who the joke, who the link | who’s that? and who thinking you a criminal | simply cause you black cause they lack the respect from the get | so you act like a maniac | laugh at the way they act | passion is aimed at another map | outta here fast | match to the gas | no looks back | they sleep on us | don’t wake em up | we sneakin out | can’t find it | can’t find us anywhere | listen, | friends in the headphones | fam in the headphones | manage the rest let it bump | see the culture as dead wrong | angular headstrong | all the way past y’all run | dash with the can for the rush | what’s the point of a city you cant crush | what’s the point of a living you don’t trust | and shit was bought up and sold before we touched | so it’s easily up hill | till it seize ima be underneath liven greasily | squeak wheel | sweet deal, stealing to eat’s real | got that villain skin ain’t looking for cheap thrills | on past an I’m | out lasting em I mean to clash with they whole set of standards | looking to smash status I’m outlandish all madness | traveling frantic for answers lets’ go |theysleeponus|don’twakeemup|wesneakinout|(SIMS)|Ireadthefutureonmy palm then washed my hands | I don’t do what it takes anymore I demand | paid for the blade boosted the faith | used to escape on a skateboard slipped off the grip tape | scuffed up skin, gore | saw there was more underneath and that dream for a dollar was so bored | you gotta read the scenes | watch the grass in a pasture that’s breeding greed | they showed their scales, I learned them notes, I played em fast | then I was sold down downstream but that didn’t feel cold | no, that was never my team | there’s no code to break no need to wait | relay, relate it all culminates in a hush
Track Name: Lock-picks, Knives, Bricks & Bats
I wanna show them all that we can’t be touched | that we too outta hand and we move too much | and we can take all that pressure cause we don’t want nothing at all | except for maybe some more of us | down here tucked tight | just as ready to pound as we are to fight | and we don’t want none of that | we ain’t even lookin at y’all | naw, I’m looking through dirty lenses, | but so happy to be alive | that death thinks I would ruin the vibe | I’m not invited | I’m not crying | callin out crimes | actin in kind | not blindly | just lookin for alignment | we what’s under the bed | the last threads | unrest in the flesh | and restless | can’t choose to stop us | we some bad news maracas | (thinkin) | what’s a law but a leash | can’t lock | got tools to pop those reckless | and just outta your reach | happy underneath | mock fools and rock shows | check list | treat em how they treat | goonish with a newer set of rules and a sharper set of teeth | I’m a lion with the eyes on the meat | try defying any/all | highly motivated y’all | you can hear it in the speech | aight, motherfucker see I was born like this | pissed with a twist | raised in the Midwest | where they hate with a grin | came of age thicker skinned | no contest | bigger smile on my fuck off | didn’t get in to win | cause I don’t respect the game | I got up with all my friends | and picked a repellent name | I constantly recommend a little bit of disdain | a little bit of resistance | theycanhang|Iwasanewjack|tryingtodecidewhereIfit|Igotbusy|Idestroythe walls how I live | yeah, and they ain’t got the balls or the ovaries | to get a fucking grip | so content to let it slip | hell bent | none held in | their story full of holes | some of y’all fell in | how could I possibly offer up anything except dissent? | get on the fucking bus | I’m tryna show them all that we can’t be touched | we too outta hand and we move too much | and we can take all that pressure cause we don’t want nothing at all | except for maybe some more of us | all here tucked tight | just as ready to pound as we are to fight | and we don’t want none of that | and we ain’t even lookin at y’all | there’s a lot of fucking pressure | ain’t no particular road | ain’t no particular mission | only impossible goals | only defy definition | they only temperatures cold | prolly cause they only listen | to everything that they told | we critical kicking | thermometers hot | we don’t stay down | we keep watch | we risk getting caught | better at running | ready or not | it’s all playground | it don’t stop | we risk getting caught | better at running | ready or not | we trying to show them all that we can’t be touched | we too outta hand and we move too much | and we can take all the pressure cause we don’t want nothing at all | except for maybe some more of us | so where you at? | mixed in lock-picks | knives, bricks and bats | and we can take all the pressure | and we ain’t even lookin at y’all
Track Name: Fire In The Hole/Arrow To The Action
I’m building my house outta time out of place | outta step | out of phase | get out of the way | (or) line up | (or) give a hand | no plan | just guts | no command | we just understand | the jig is up | we grew up on songs | and held onto the ideals of our idols | it’s hard to not feel tricked | it’s hard to not feel a bit of resentment at their penchant for bullshit | impulse prescription | obsession placed on pure waste | expulsion from that (whatever your crap) | repression ain’t a language I can learn | outta here fast | and not a single bridge I wouldn’t burn | never come back | or hesitate to make a table turn | try to keep up the burn to the urn and | earn every inch | return ready to kill your | concern with how we gettin it | takin it splittin it | givin it back | let’s shake the pavement | big stomp get the hands up | all out, right now, go | let’s take the basements | bolt cutter in the trunk bolt thrower in the tape deck, what | let’s the race the vacant|let’swin|let’sbetitall|yestellemoff|tellemall|there’snoneedtofakeit|we see right through | we see right through | you can find me following my arrow to the action | let’s shake the pavement | let’s rock, get the hands up | all out, right now, go | let’s take the basements | bolt cutter in the trunk bolt thrower in the tape deck, what | let’s race the vacant | let’swin|let’sbetitall|yestellemoff|tellemall|there’snoneedtofakeit|weseeright through | we see right through | fuck that distraction | you can find me following my arrow to the action | double buck knife straight stabbin | smashin | grabbin | handlin the masses and laughin | they passive, I’m past it | let’s leave them shakin | easy as a earthquake | see if they can reason with the murder rate | fight like treason is a birth right | thirst for | the worst | for the constantly first place, get em | let’s shake the pavement | big stomp hands up | all out, right now, let’s go | let’s take the basements | bolt cutter in the trunk bolt thrower in the tape deck, c’mon | no hesitation | heavy disobedience | ease up off the median and do you | no need to fake it | we see right through | we see right through
Track Name: Get Down
Lungs like smoke stacks | young black terror attack | hair on their neck raised | scarin them back | keepin my Kerouac first rate | they in the first grade | beggin like babies | gimme gimme wah | we too dirty man | shimmy shimmy ya | skinny bars, naw | all cents no penny jar | snub a star | celebrity fed | no meals worth mentioning | all unsettling | nihilist | anarchist | mind set reddening | need what? | fuck meds | all dead everything | these cats | on that | all hail | petty things | ready with the cheat | imma beat em in they sleep | as soon as the door open | they hittin the floor hoping | to get to the front row | my shows are so lightning | where ever we go | the team steadily grows | man who knows | they figure we do it right, but | no one gives a fuck about shit | so fuck your shit | we fuck shit up | cause shit’s fucked anyway | shit is run into the ground | (i know right) | I don’t wanna think about it | I just wanna get down | get down get down | until we come up | I don’t wanna think about it | I just wanna get down | get down get down | cause shit’s fucked | get down get down | I ain’t tryna hear that | I just wanna get down | untill we come up | (MIKE MICTLAN) | it ain’t nothin but a Doomtree Goon thang | get your looks peeled back homeboy Uday Hussein | barehanded rippin em beware citizen terror got a new face class war hooligan | gimme what you want |show me what you got | let me fix your market crash your stock | bad credit no credit shoulda never paid back | banks selling guns and farmers hunt in grey slacks | Maybach’s chopped off mounted with the Gatling | Beverly Trillbillies treasure trunk rattling | we settin up Fight Clubs, you hang at night clubs | passin out cocktails the kind that light up | everybody in the back get risky | burn the clerb down if you’re spending more than fifty | and if we ugly up the scene? | I don’t wanna think about it I just wanna Get Down! | get down get down | until we come up | I don’t wanna think about it | I just wanna get down | yeah I don’t wanna think about it, chea | it’s all bad | I ain’t tryna hear that | I just wanna get down | get down get down | until we come up
Track Name: All Of It
Ash in the cuff | dents in the whip | juice in the cup | scuffs on the kicks | trash in the clerb | never trnya mix | it’s a drag how some of these people live | ima get a little wiggle in it anyway | till I had enough | spillin every drink, man | fuck your stuff | not sorry | never a leash, uh uh | gutter shark | too many teeth | I’m on a trouble hunt, yeah | that’s what’s up | outta mind | looking to level up | I be the best | when I am highly under pressure | take it easy prolly never | in the breezy with the weather | prolly off it | prolly on to something better | take the elevator up | and get the paper in the shredder | more awesomer (way) |tossedinwith|lotsofimpostorsand|ataloss|allofitallofitallofitallofit|all ofitallofitallofitallofit|what’syours|allofit|what’syours|allofit|I’mprolly not welcome at your protest | say I’m out of my damn mind | looking to break glass | not holding a damn sign | you prolly find me with percentage 69 | occupy bed sheets | occupy everything differently | mind state occupies fuck that | a couple of bricks to occupy my back pack | toss that | toss back surly | surely you know that the cops came early | burly serve and protect by the curlies | purely, here to prove a class less worthy | yeah, they giggle at the top | they riddle got you thinking you can get it while its hot so | how’s that going? | so hard? full tension? full guard? | i aint got shit, but i aint scarred i got A-1 credit on my come and get it card c’mon | all of it | but none of that bullshit | I still move with the rouge set choking out the radio | hold bets old vet on the overthrow | no net no checkmate i ain’t even playing | i am in a lane that’ll give you vertigo | spin with it | no kidding i been did it | born villain so willing to go get it | what walls? | what doors? | left unexplored | whats yours? | all of it | what rules? | i don’t hear nothing | everybody’s over it | everybody’s fronting | cold world | cool new blanket | stole it from the shelf at the wal mart thank less | threat level awesome | threat level orange juice | who’s gonna stop em | we aint gotta throw stones at a glass house | we break in, just so we can smash out | all of it
(then say ‘all of it’ a million times)
Track Name: Weird Friends (We Don't Even Live Here)
Bolt cutter, box cutter, brick | Take that shit, take no shit | Bolt cutter, box cutter, brick | Take that shit, shake that shit | I ain’t like yall | I’m into weird shit | I’m in the back getting weird with my weird friends | hugging a bass line | hoping you feel this | and these rhymes ain’t tight they are terrorish | and that girl’s not white she’s an anarchist | and we float like kites through your turbulence | born with our throats slit | self stitched | raised to aim
over it | soldier with no king | war with the war on me | I am more than this world lets me be|soIbelikeabeast|letembleed|letmeseethoughtthefearman|Idon’tevenlive here | self taught | wrong | barrel on no kings y’all come along | we never tryna be the best at some bullshit | naw let the rest crawl I’ma get out right now | this world’s got a whole lot of locked doors | we decided not to live here anymore | found a way to trade tragic for savage | we insist on a life less average | this world’s got a whole lot of locked doors | we decided not to live here anymore | picked though the norm didn’t fit didn’t stick to the script didn’t care | we don’t even live here | we ain’t like them | we into weird shit | me and my peers disappear when the lights hit | roach wag | same kinda path | stash no crap tryna gag in your coach bag | for laughs | something bout your money | trust no rich folks empty out the tummy on your math | that’s how I feel about that | back to that good old fashion class warfare | .. aint enough and the cash got the young punks | stab any rapper and laugh when he piss blood | so human | all flawed | found my world tryna test those odds | best flows chose for the wreck not the rep | when the sets done no ones up next | and no ones upset | and no one holds breath anymore right? | bolt cutter, box cutter, brick | explore
Track Name: Piano Hits
“if you think that no one’s looking, if you think that no one’s listening, babe, then you’re ahead of the game”
No machines no funerals | no plugs to pull this is my living will | and it all seems beautiful |letitgo|onwiththecarousel|anydayinadaze|inthegreyinthedirt|withafoot on your neck | and your teeth on the curb | lotta debt lotta work | no check lotta hurt | lotta thoughts | big drop no net | no safe in your speech | I’ll take trouble with me | I know when I’m beat and I can’t separate these | this route these tries are mine | (I’ve thought a lot about it) | this mission forgets sleeps | (I’ve thought a lot about it) | this mind it’s mine | I’ll own this manic | yeah that miss-step that’s mine | that rough wake that’s mine | this might be it | trust dodge (sure) aim away | circus rigging games played | clutch cover sick lay | let’s get nervous lets get nauseous | meds for the life dead to the headache | dead to the cautious here for the sedate | to wake em and skate and take names | make patience the standard no pain | I’m a man with a matador mind man damn | and the plan is to blow the door wide man yeah | I’m a mess I’m a creep no fresh so me | I’m a troubadour here to underscore the other side yeah | and it all comes back | only got the two choices | (all day every) | stay hushed or make noises | we’re made to break | let’s test the old limits | we got us | big drop? no, lets go | get clear of me | I’m suffocating | I know when I’m beat | but I can’t separate these | this route these tries are mine | (I’ve thought a lot about it) | this mission forgets sleeps | (I’ve thought a lot about it) | this mind it’s mine | I’ll own this manic | yeah that miss-step that’s mine | that rough wake that’s mine | this might be it|gotmy|schemebag|keysinhand|“peace”inthenote|tenbucksandaplan| thieves out of chance | give a reason, glance (look) | leave, ghost | no luck till you make it | sleeves to the elbow | grease to the hello | ease in | please give a call to my pops | tell em hell froze | tell him I’ma see an end but not before him | big drop? no net, no | out of your reach | you’ll never catch me | I know when I’m beat | but I can’t separate these | this route these tries are mine | (I’ve thought a lot about it) | this mission forgets sleeps | (I’ve thought a lot about it) | this mind it’s mine | I’ll own this manic | yeah that miss-step that’s mine | that rough wake that’s mine | this might be it