Irreversible

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

Ultraviolet

Chemical Burns (feat. Eyedea & Lotte Kestner)

𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝗇𝗈𝗇-𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗐/ 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

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(SLUG)
I sit in the back of the chamber away from the strangers
Like I'm a big banger
Fuck your theories, clearly it's a myriad
Of weak characters, and second to last period
Put the asterisk by your name
With a footnote explaining the shattered glass frame
The gas came, the smile was afflicted
They called it fame, highly addictive

(MURS)
I graduated like a cylinder
My signature can't be recognized by you minuscule miniatures
Consummate con artists conning all you conformists
Pushing my penmanship, pinnacle performance
A peg leg, I profit through piracy
I still sell, indulge in the irony
And I will be the last man standing
Screaming, “Land, ho!” and sink your whole damn planet

(SLUG)
Give it up, give it here, I want full attention
Sharpen up the number two, time to start the testing
Sentences etched into the development
Confliction internal, at war with your skeleton

(MURS)
I got an airtight alibi, no holes in my story
Got some hood homies that can hold that for me
There's new ways to get high but all of that bore me
Don't wanna be strung out on coke when you're forty


{{ CHORUS }}

(MURS)
Swim together and drown separate
Do not let it be a night of eyes like x's
Do not let ? facilitate
Eyes like x's, tongues like figure eights

Stick together and die separate
Do not let it be a night of eyes like x's
Do not let it ? facilitate
Eyes like x's, tongues like figure eights


(MURS)
Here it is a big day for the little rhymers
Putting out a new record, all they do is criticize us
All up on the Internet, they analyze us then they doubt us
Can't they see these men are writers? All that do is energize us
Powered up, you sitting with that sour cup
Crying over spilled milk, mad cause your hour's up
It's our turn, better luck next time
Kicked yours, until then respect mine

(SLUG)
I'm a product of too many Minnesota winters
Go figure, they call me a go-getter
Had a fetish for putting letters together
Did it for the adventure cause we know better, there's no treasure
Just sex, drugs, rock and roll, and guns
And a visit to the dentist every twenty-four months
I'm never respected peaches or plums
That's why I speak to your face and keep my hand on your lunch

(MURS)
Boss up or bow down to big-timers
We down-low, dodging all you dickriders
You see me talking to a chick you know I'm trying to take her home
Cockblock my convo I'm cracking your camera phone

(SLUG)
Out hollering cause my tolerance is thin
I'm calling offense moves with my defense in
Gotta watch you fools with every open eye
Don't forget to watch them ones that try to hold you hot


{{ CHORUS }}

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🌟 Give It Intension 😤 𝘚𝘭𝘶𝘨 ⨯ 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘴 ⨯ 𝘈𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘱 𝘙𝘰𝘤𝘬 ⨯ 𝘛𝘰𝘰𝘭 ␥ нυηкє мa̳ѕн ▵

Roc Marciano - Tek to a Mack - Beekool Beat

from the 2015 EP "Phantom Limbs" by Sadistik x Kno

Sadistik x Kno- In Heaven [Remaster]

(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.


Salo Sessions

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You Dead (feat. Nacho Picasso & Mr. MFN eXquire)

By The Throat

Spin Cycle

Burn Fetish

Written by St. Paul Slim & Slug
Production by Julian Fairbanks
Recorded, Mixed, & Mastered at Stophouse Studios

Production, Direction, & Editing by Colton Otte of Blue G Productions, LLC

Co-Creative direction by Common Culture

Fade Away is Slim's second release with Stophouse this year and marks the beginning of a busy summer. 

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St. Paul Slim - Fade Away feat. Slug

Prod by HXRXKILLER

Verse 1:

Either turn a blind eye, or learn to climb high
Heights are bird’s-eye, pining birds cry
From pines opining the words I per-scribe
Combine the sight-seeing perched on birch I
Got burned on pyres heard the word to wise
Search the surface sure fits are first to die
All my personal ties-dyed by turpentine 
Time to turn the tides, tidals turned to fires
If I don’t earn my stripes I go serpentine 
This is versifier versus verse for hire 
I surf the current search where urchins hide 
Describe the words so verdant averse to liars 
In the lair layers-peeling earths design 
Later pills appeal built purple skies
Way uphill & still felt immersified 
Murdered like rehearsal it hurts to find 
While we live in the gutter they mimic each other
I’m gutted like fishes while fishing for love
And I give em the mud from my limbs like a drug
They’re so limited, lemon on tongue
Heavy lead from my lungs 
I’m a leper these leopards left steps on my stomach
It’s never enough, I’m the Shepard you summoned 
The sum of the efforts, still some are for never
Let everything flush because nothings forever   
You ever just tasted your blood? Maybe it’s rust 
I’m erasing the touches you left on my skeleton breaking the trust 
Still defacing my days, while I’m facing the flood  
I’m a raisin in suns, raising razors to cut 
Cut aways to the rays in the summer
Arrays of the thunder I’d make just to savor the suffering 
Chasing what was, we’re all made just to fade into dust
Were created then placed in the dust

Verse 2:

Fold my limbs up like origami
It makes it easy to store the body
Humor me & my morbid hobbies
They're made of carbons of course they copy
So they're zombies flow to heartbeats
Prose McCarthy, Murakami
Atheist spits with form that’s godly 
That ain’t for me G that’s for my Rottie 
Be careful my crosshairs might come for your head
From here you look like a fly stuck in a web
I am so fabulous God in the flesh
I am so Lazarus summon the dead
I’m in my bag like Asami victims
Don’t say shit, who saw me vic em?
Tear through flesh like a Pardee picture 
You’re scared I’m read like McCarthyism 
Look at my scalp to see sixes aligned 
These Judas’ smile while they’re gripping a knife 
I’m know I’m a star so I give em my light 
We’re passing each other like ships in the night

Lazarus (Prod. by HXRXKILLER)

From The 2008 album "The Balancing Act" by Sadistik 

Sadistik- The Exception to Everything [Remaster]

Crooked Cylinder