Album is out now.. Free Download available @
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Look for the album from Slim Pickens “Iron Hell-Met” and from Light x Shamalex “A Group Called Shaman”
Written by Cor Stidak and Alexandra Bautista | Produced by Keor Meteor
from the album “Widespread Irregularity” presented by @PragmaticTheoryLabel - Out Now!!
available @ http://pragmatictheory.bandcamp.com
also @ http://corstidak.bandcamp.com
and keormeteor1.bandcamp.com | https://soundcloud.com/keor-meteor-beats
Check out the lovely soundcloud.com/alexandrabautista
Written by Cor Stidak and Alexandra Bautista | Produced by Keor Meteor
from the album “Widespread Irregularity” presented by @PragmaticTheoryLabel - Out Now!!
available @ http://pragmatictheory.bandcamp.com
also @ http://corstidak.bandcamp.com
and keormeteor1.bandcamp.com | https://soundcloud.com/keor-meteor-beats
Check out the lovely soundcloud.com/alexandrabautista
all love..
live @ the cookout.
corstidak.bandcamp.com
big up to all who checked the album.
peace.
from “The Single Malt EP” available for FREE DOWNLOAD
http://thefoundrycorstidakandrenrok.bandcamp.com
soundcloud.com/the-foundry-cor-x-ren
i’m past passionate, vandalous vernacular
master my vocab, half a fag rappers be babblin’
they bore me with allegory, war stories of trafficking
in fact it’s in a mental slave state they try to trap you in
shatter the latch rather than catch the sickness
eyewitness, you thinkin’ “what is this talk of single malt, fine liquors?”
designed to undermine your thoughts
i mean, define niggaz -
intricate, ignorant, blind to sublime pictures
and the haze got ‘em too lazy to see the difference
everybody half craze, they seeds on Ritalin
bitches stressin’ ‘bout their titties when their figure’s thin
sugar high, shoulda died
your beauty resides within
grown ass man your only duty is to try to win
conquer your demons then realign environment
Stidak Titan, your fly highness, invite him in
for irons and vitamins
fuck them 9 to 5s again
how am i supposed to find the time to exercise my mind
when i am double grime on my daily fucking grind
for quarters nickels and dimes
i hope you feel it in my rhymes
if not kick rocks, if it aint hip hop your shits hot garbage
i drop knowledge through mc’ing
when i go for what i know doing a show for human beings
only if we’re in agreement that the beat i’m beating
should receive the royal treatment, earth slammed to the cement
we’re even steven, square, breathing air, treat ‘em fair
leave ‘em leaking, seeking the dirty deacon for treason there
i rise recent like a phoenix on a zenith
who aint feelin this fiendish form of english get the fuckin penis
deluxe edition, must’ve missed him
left in something greenish in a trail of blunt guts like what?
Cloak & Dagger ~ (ft. The Unused Word) - THE FOUNDRY [Cor Stidak x RenRok]
tracklist
The Single Malt EP…roundabout Memorial Day. (Taken with instagram)
make you believe
lifted, my vision’s insignificant
listen as i twist another spliff, get in sync with this
nicca time, pills and wine, ‘pend on who you buildin’ with
solo on some villain shit or embark on a pilgrimage
visitors to villages and visions of the illest whips
pale in comparison to braille in a passing wind
hammers and javelins, armor plated paladins
enter dungeons and dragons laughing
lost in a labyrinth
of mad chatter, bad data, from demons to dark matter
illuminati rappers(?), the asses got fatter all’a sudden
seems everything I’m touching came tainted, shame aint it
had to shape shift like a changeling
frame banger, lames dangle off a skyscraper
fly paper, white neighbors be nosey like ‘hi haters’
polite strangers turn to night stranglers
but 9 outta 10 it’s your stick men that arrange your end
languish on my language
Langston Hughes lay confused
landed on my feet strafing, bombs laden with a short fuse
toss jewels with a boss groove
forced dude to lose his bishop with a pawn move
break of dawn chirping Byrdversion, with his apron on
team surgery courtesy Nextwon the major don
crazy gone, way beyond
ladies show me lacy thongs
eyes on they thighs, lose focus
she said ‘take me home’
Marisol, adderol, black camisole
cameras with the flashes on
pastors seeking bathroom porn
nasty muh-fuckas pay to touch her, say they love her
it’s seeming like she’s fiending for the attention of vultures
so the culture went from soul clap to gun clap to ass clap
the glass half empty, evidently it’s a crab trap
cash strapped vapor rats shake in dark places
lazer lights, shiny player cats
you’re more than your face and ass
i hope you formulate a plan that surpasses the surface shit
soft spots, pressure points
mostly where my verses hit
or like a surgeon with a nervous twitch,
it’s curtains, kid
thanks for your time and we appreciate your services
stidak 2012
