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The Room We Hide In (feat. Mad Son & Kublakai)

From the album Picking Flowers Next To Roadkill (Crushkill Recordings 2010)

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The closing track, The Rabbithole, from Sadistik's new album Ultraviolet out today on Fake Four Records. Sad and I had the idea of starting the song with that feeling of uncertainty. That feeling you have right before you kind of lose control of everything. Then the song travels to the place where you are completely in your head, yet totally out of your mind. Like having a panic attack. After all of that, the dust starts to settle, and you feel drained, and in some way kind of at peace. Spiraling down  the Rabbithole. Being lost, and just letting it happen. One of my favorite songs I have ever done with Sad hands down. We gave it a real 80's vibe as well (which the album kind of has that general tone to it). Terra Lopez (of Sister Crayon) fits perfectly. Almost like another instrument drifting around the sounds building up to the loss of control. She is also one of my favorite female vocalists at the moment. Also, being that it's Sadistik and KCC, we couldn't accomplish all of this without the song being 7 minutes long. Haha. Enjoy!

Sadistik - The Rabbithole (feat. Terra Lopez of Rituals Of Mine)

buy this song + full album here https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/a-landlocked-autumn/id1011401892
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

(Prod. by SXMPLELIFE & Mike Device)

[Hook]

You dead! And that’s just how you’re gonna stay
You dead! You don’t get to see another day
You dead! We’ve been dancing on your grave, homie
You dead! Tried to tell you, you don’t want to play

[Verse 1: Nacho Picasso]

Only time I get to running’s when the feds is coming
Bury money in the bed hid the rest in London
I ain’t even going clubbing unless you get my gun in
Hit the powder pack first then I dip the blunt in 
New new chick like Lauren London
Cheese steak got extra onions
For Pete’s sakes he’s so repugnant 
He joined a cult, she joint a covenant 
Shia LeBeouf ‘em, I don’t love ‘em
I don’t cuff ‘em, I just stuff ‘em
You buy the muff, I buy the muffin
I tie ‘em up & don’t buy ‘em nothing
Line ‘em up, divide it up,
White lines I’m high as fuck
Bust a nut & then buy a truck
Took a bump & then took a dump,
I don’t love no niggas neither,
Tattoos & I ain’t a bleeder
Tattoos on every finger,
Life’s a bitch, you aim to please her
Life’s a bitch, I’m a wife beater
Blood speckles on wife-beaters
Sold black tar wearing white sneakers
Know white boys with wide peepers
That’ll rob you blind like nice speakers
I’m a night-owl, late night tweaker
Run DMC, on DMT, keep TNT in my Adidas
I walked with Jesus, drew Mona Lisa
I taught the thesis, I’m cold as freezer
They call me Caesar I’m so facetious 
Increase the peace or increase the pieces

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Sadistik]

I’m inundated, in a daze
Out my mind I’m in a phase
Innervate my inner-veins
My innards drained for entertainment,
At center stage, 
Spill my guts on dinner plates
I’m dead awake, they’ve been afraid
My set of fangs may penetrate, uh
My limbs still feel dismembered, that's if I still remember, 
Liquid liquor liver dies like live or die by thrilling benders
Instill the pressure to break the surface & build it better,
I'll William Tell em my aim is perfect & kill offenders
My top lip is gothic, the bottom is opposite
I'm often laconic, they not they just talk
Their toxins are toxic, obnoxious & nauseous, etcetera, 
I better not get what they got I know I'm not one of em
Running with wolves, and keeping that pack, 
Under the moon, I can see in the black, 
Eat through the fat, hunt and pursue, 
I turn nothing to something deceive and attack, 
They feed on the last I proceeded to pass
And repeat it, read it on my lips 
It's chronic when they cross their tongues 
Just to talk to haunted ones, you dead.

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mr. MFN eXquire]

Yo, I’m a deadbeat, no buzz
I don’t give a fuck, nigga I’m focused
I’m a urban legend, like the Loch Ness
This fur’s a yeti, this fur’s a vest
This verse a blur, my words a blur
Obscure absurd, I’ma merk this nerd
Doing a drive-by, I swerve & squirt
Wave bye-bye, merge with the earth
I’m Mufasa, King Jaffe Joe
On Viagra fucking a sloppy hoe
I grip her ass like I’m kneading dough
You wear Jordan skullcaps with fucking minks, 
You a fucking weirdo
I don’t give a fuck, I’m fuck-less
I’m drunk as fuck, I’m hopeless
I’m Basquiat, I am Malcolm X
Bitches in the club be like 
That nigga ain’t got no type respect,
I don’t give a fuck, you still gone fuck
My pops said he like my music
I just say fuck too much
Well fuck you pops, 
This how the fuck you made me
Fucking wild, fucking crazy.


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