Name: Sadistik: The Beast [Remaster] by Crooked Cylinder
Duration: 5 min 47 s
Description: From The Album "Flowers For My Father" by Sadistik

Ultraviolet

Chemical Burns (feat. Eyedea & Lotte Kestner)

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Early Adopted ft. Sadistik- Teeth to Dust
Produced by Imperial
A Landlocked Autumn
Track artwork by Marcus Casey
Special thanks to Jason Jones
2015

Lyrics

(Intro)

I arrived
Not sure where I was
Been living in a fog and a buzz
Gotta’ come down at some point, that time was now
Prolonged realizing she ain’t around
And won’t be back
Didn’t wana’ face it
Or myself
Mirror disgraceful
Ain’t as easy to actually change
As it is to stand there and say it (look)
I got comfortable in a place that don’t make me comfortable
And I stayed untiI I wore my welcome out
Didn’t knock my boots on the mat when I came in the house
And I’m out
Took myself out of the element
Destination was irrelevant
Anywhere but here
I just promised myself that I won’t go to hell again (look)
Now I hear clearer like my ears just popped
Ever since I hopped on a plane and kissed my pops goodbye
Told me to work hard,
Didn’t know what I was doing, but “good flight”
Salute
That same man told me sleep can wait
And being tired well, it ain’t a real thing
And when I take it into consideration and think
He’s right, don’t mean shit, in the grand scheme
Now I never I miss breakfast
Napkin tucked in my neck for when egg drips
Three drinks on me, etiquette 
Coffee, the water, the o.j., refreshments (look)
I learned how to tame the air
After running against it for all these years
How to untie knots and set sail
I ain’t stopping until I hit new sands
Had to learn the Bowline after giving up on the Windsor
Come to think of it, never could tie that kind without the help of my father’s fingers
Think about destiny
And the definition
Then I remembered 
A girl that once loved me
Told me, “You ain’t gonna’ get it,”
Unless you really want it,
Then you ain’t gona’ see me in the ending! 

(Chorus)

Came in alone 
When you realize same way that you gona’ go
Don’t think that saying’s been true this whole time?
Who you think gona’ be there for you?
Who gona’ be there for you?
When all you have is yourself
Can’t depend on nobody else
Bite down on that smile,
You see them teeth turn to dust?
Who you think gona’ be there for you?
Who gona’ be there for you?

(V2; Sadistik)

Born alone
Die alone
Spine shivers like a vibraphone, 
Ants step into my ribosomes,
Anne Sexton when she writes a poem, 
I roam (Rome)
Alone with the sharks
Loan sharks, holding my heart, 
Pull me apart
I can add up the atoms I'm sad, I'm a soul, living solely to part, 
A rose (rows) 
Grows in the dark, 
Maybe it's fiction, I'm over that part,
Pay me a visit, I'll take the prescription, 
I promise, make me your victim, 
Honest
I miss when I would swing for fun so free and callow
Now I'm Frida Khalo swinging from the gallows, 
Shiver me timbers, these are the frigid Decembers
The blizzards the winters, the winners of temperature drops
The bitter I've been in, the liver that spots, mineral loss, 
Their cinemas scripted, I've been here before,
Having a curse with no visible cause,
Since a consensus I've entered the storm, 
Cause’ that's what occurs when our chemicals cross,
I'm up in arms, but not one to worship, 
Yea, some are serpents,
Thousands, 
Steps to an undercurrent,
A thousand deaths not one is current, 
Underserving, ugly person, 
Pretty poems, a diversion, 
Come to terms that I don't really know em’
I don't really owe em’ 
It's just a surface 

(Chorus)


Teeth to Dust ft. Sadistik

Southsiders

Camera Thief

By The Throat

Winter & The Wolves

Recluse

Crown (Prod. WIN32 & Vassh)

Verse 1:

How’d I get so narcissistic?
Everything feels artificial
All my skin’s turned inside out 
Fishing hook all in my mouth
Missing looks stalling my doubts
Apparitions haunting my house
Wendigo’s don’t know when to go 
And no heaven knows if I’ll sink
Inside the reaches of Kingdom Come
Blind preacher told me that Jesus loves
My teachers made me grind teeth to dust
I think, that I I think too much
If I think too much then I can’t sleep 
If I sleep too much then I can’t smoke
If I smoke too much then I can’t dream
Then I can’t see my father
He said don't you see that you're my boy
Afloat at sea on a search for bouys
In drowning pools, sounds are mute
Sirens sing surrounding you
No time for Kings, no fountained youth
Those minor keys I found in you
Grew out of tune, too out of view
Unatoned don't sound attuned
I'm so out of it, they so counterfeit
I can't even count the fits
Leeches adorn my outer rim
Made a ring of thorns, no crown would fit
I don’t wear it out, It’ll wear it out
It’s whereabouts clandestine, guess it’s paramount
Heavy is the head that bears the crown


Verse 2:

How’d I get so narcissistic
Everything feels artificial
All my skins reptilian
Left in rough dominions
I bet my blood’s vermillion
Dead head above 4 living limbs
I’m villainous, obsidian 
I’ll burn a bridge then build again
I wish, these wishing wells
Were filled with those who wished me well
I mix my woes with whiskey well
Well whiskey whisks me whimsically 
I disagree with the parrot crowd
Spinning carbons on carousels
Skinny, living like caracals
Heavy is the head that bears the crown 

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Crown

The Meadow (Special Like You)

From The Album "Flowers For My Father" by Sadistik

Sadistik: The Beast [Remaster]

From The 2013 Album "Flowers For My Father"

Sadistik: Russian Roulette (feat. Cage & Yes Alexander)

Prod by Vague003

An anthem for anathemas
I show anatomy dissect me like a basilisk
Display it on a mantlepiece
Lady Lazarus resurrect with praising passages
Let’s connect our skeletons to save me from the gravitas 
Small talk lips covered in coarse salt
Acid touch armadillo armor arms are Jax’s come
And harbor with an active storm
Place it in a frame until it’s palpable 
Castle Freak bleeding alcohol beneath these castle walls 
Dastardly bastard boy screaming til the shadows fall
Cataloging agony dreaming of an asteroid 
Streaming I’m so lacrimal after all ash dissolves 
I hope they see it’s masterful
Suspended in suspense 
Upended with the rest, never resting 
Yet I’m catatonic 
Living like a matador scribbling in travel logs 
Apple cores littered in my apologues 
Appaloosas running through my sadder moments 
All the pretty horses

All The Pretty Horses (Prod. by Vague003)

Prod by Cansino

Sadistik:

Pretty little zodiac 
tell me are you listening? 
Why don’t you say hello back
when the ghosts are visiting?
living in the sediment
scribbling my sentimental
Mental into wet cement
Everything I said I meant
Not living in the present
Skies become so heavy
I feel like a piñata when it’s empty 
I’ll fill another bottle I’m a MD
20/20 hindsight
In a place that’s full of people I don’t quite like, aye 
Looking out the glass again
Aspirations aspirate 
Compliments are aspartame
Tears feel like they’re acid rain
Always been a castaway
Don’t save me I’m just trash today
I’m refuse
Usually you’re bruised when you get used to feeling used
All these ups and downs I  learned to ride the waves
Most the nightmares are when I’m wide awake
I don’t wanna go don’t let me die today
If it makes me numb I’ll take the side effects 


Mick Jenkins: 

If it makes me numb I’ll take the side effects
If it makes me…
If it gets me pissed off puff smoke
So much talking out the neck nigga we cut-throat now
Not what you would expect 
Fuck your assuming we just added the seasonings 
Told ‘em hoe don’t be cumin when the thyme right
Lime-light in my eye I don’t need that 
Cash when I require best believe that 
In hindsight was just getting by 
’Til I was 25 I’m coming live
Oh did I mention I beat statistics?
Made the fire with the friction 
My diction sophisticated no fiction has been recited
The credit for a belated, shit is Kriss Kriss 
No jokes the politicking make my dick soft put it in quotes now
Fuck up out your respect
See how I’m moving niggas low-key
It’s hard to stay quiet with the OG on me
Only a couple niggas I call homies these days
Said some prayers that got the phonies erased
If we ain’t FaceTiming then you ain’t really know me these days
Not too much talking do my growing silent

Sadistik: The Beast [Remaster]

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