In 2008 Sadistik made his name with the provocatively fearless debut album "The Balancing Act." This record has been heralded by many critics as "hip hop's answer for winter albums" (SputnikMusic.com) for its fearlessly emotional potency because "after you are done listening to [it] you feel as though you have the world's strongest drug in your veins." When this sound was combined with the collaborations with Rhymesayers recording artist Mac Lethal and Vast Aire from Cannibal Ox fame, it becomes clear why so many have considered this to be an underground classic. Following the release of "The Balancing Act" was the release of the music video for the single titled "Searching for Some Beautiful" which was accepted by MTVu and well-received by fans and new listeners alike.
Following the success of "The Balancing Act" was 2010's operatic opus "The Art of Dying" with Chicago-bred producer Kid Called Computer. Again displaying his relentless knack to stray from rap music's norms, Sadistik and Kid Called Computer opted to create a conceptually unique album more akin to progressive rock than what is accepted as hip-hop with "beautifully married gloomy progressions with [...] gorgeous chaos in the music" (RapReviews.com). Whether it be the grandiose live rock crescendo of "Save Yourself" or the nearly 8 minute epic tale of school violence in "Bed of Flowers," Sadistik showed that he was not aiming to meet expectations but to shatter them into as many pieces as possible with a sound that "goes inside of you and eats it's way out from the inside [...] by being beautiful and painful at the same time" (GutsandGrog.com).
Sadistik's efforts are not limited to recordings, however, as he can be found performing his intimate yet intensely energetic shows around his home of Seattle and around various cities in the United States as well as internationally. In 2011 alone, Sadistik has independently toured in nearly every region of The United States as well as nine countries in Europe including: Germany, Switzerland, Denmark, France, and Austria. Sadistik has also shared the stage with hip hop icons such as: Tech N9ne, Slaughterhouse, Bone Thugs N Harmony, D12, Cage, Eyedea & Abilities, The Grouch, Zion I, etc.
Currently, Sadistik is preparing his official follow up to "The Balancing Act" titled "Flowers for My Father" that will be released on Fake Four Records, as well as finishing a collaborative album with Emancipator and penning his first poetry book.
For all booking and press inquiries please contact: Sadistikpro@gmail.com.
Free Spirits
Sadistik Lyrics
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I′ll show em my hell
And when I go I'll pull it myself
December snow all cold that I felt
No coal that I felt could be a diamond
I squeezed and mined it Inshallah
Gave it a shot it stayed on my palms
Napalms don′t seem to mind it stigmata
Gold ain't really worth that much it's a crutch be honest
They′re colorblind I see violets
Backwards Bergman′s Persona
Everybody humming all the hymns
Homonyms flooding with the fish
Going with the flow running with the rest
That lowly-lowly-low still drumming on my ribs
Oh no save me from my life
Take me on a flight
Isn't it interesting isn′t it great?
We disintegrate integrate drift into space
Like cosmic dust I was born a star
A storm that started a wanderlust
My omnibus is a work in progress
'Til posthumous no god I trust
They want us all to get fucked up
Free spirits
Free spirits
Free spirits
Fireball shots fire thy blunderbuss
Wounds hide inside wondrous
Knife juggler sliced jugular
They utter but I′m subtler
Cognitive summoner
Cognizant front runner
Running up's not an option I′m opting to run amuck
Not one of Arsenic's stomachers
Let's put the cult in culture
I put the volt to vultures
Electric birds fly over oceans
Open sojourn soaked in sulfur
Those broken bones burn the same
Don′t you know we′re to blame
We sold our souls over chosen flames went to search the plains
And maintained hope floats, it won't turn to rain
(So turn up) Nah motherfucker get down
Don′t get involved head down
Holes that we all head down, take another shot get rounds
Then chase another shot get rounds
Round here people tattoo to count years
Crocodile tears drown fears
Dirtiest mirrors perfect appearance
Murder each other turn em to spirits yea
Sadistik's song Free Spirits is a melancholic reflection on the artist's personal struggles and the struggle of the human condition. The chorus repeats the phrase "Free spirits" with an almost sarcastic tone, as though mocking the idea of freedom for people who find themselves trapped in a system that wants them to conform. Sadistik explores the idea of self-fulfilling prophecies, saying that although he's not "full of himself," he will show people his "hell" and "pull it [the trigger] himself" when he goes. He reflects on feeling cold and alone in December snow, and the metaphorical potential of diamonds that could come from coal he mines in the darkness. The mention of Inshallah, an Arabic phrase meaning "if Allah wills it," ties these struggles to a deeper spiritual or existential meaning.
Sadistik then touches on the idea of success and the value of gold, saying it's not worth that much and is merely a "crutch." He uses the metaphor of King Midas to show how everything he touches seems to turn to gold, but ultimately that's not what brings him fulfillment. He references the film Persona by Ingmar Bergman, which explores issues of identity and the nature of reality, as a nod to the philosophical motifs in the song. The chorus breaks in again, asserting the need to be "free spirits" in a world that wants to bring people down.
The second verse starts with a series of internal rhymes and wordplay, as Sadistik describes the wounds he hides inside himself and the subversive way he goes about making his voice heard. He calls himself a "cognitive summoner" and "cognizant front runner," showing his awareness of the game he's playing. Rather than trying to run up a ladder of success, he opts to "run amuck," seeing that as a more authentic way to live. He uses imagery of electric birds flying over oceans and sulfur-soaked sojourns to show the chaotic, otherworldly element to this lifestyle. Sadistik finishes the verse with a commentary on the destructive tendencies of humanity, saying that we sell our souls and turn "murdering each other" into "spirits" through repeated acts of violence.
Line by Line Meaning
Self-fulfilling not full of myself
I am not arrogant, I am just living up to my own expectations
I'll show em my hell
I will reveal my struggles and pain to others
And when I go I'll pull it myself
I will take responsibility for my own actions and their consequences
December snow all cold that I felt
I am experiencing loneliness and sadness
No coal that I felt could be a diamond
I have the ability to turn negative experiences into positive ones
I squeezed and mined it Inshallah
I worked hard and put my faith in God to achieve success
Gave it a shot it stayed on my palms
I put effort into something and it had a positive outcome
Napalms don't seem to mind it stigmata
The challenges and pain I face do not bother me
Everything I touch King Midas
I have the ability to turn things I touch into gold
Gold ain't really worth that much it's a crutch be honest
Material objects do not hold true value
They're colorblind I see violets
Others may not be able to see the beauty in things that I can
Backwards Bergman's Persona
I feel like I am living in the past and re-living old memories
Everybody humming all the hymns
People tend to follow what others do without questioning it
Homonyms flooding with the fish
Words with multiple meanings are being overused and causing confusion
Going with the flow running with the rest
I am following what others are doing without thinking about it
That lowly-lowly-low still drumming on my ribs
I still feel low and sad despite trying to fit in with others
Oh no save me from my life
I am struggling with my existence
Take me on a flight
I wish to escape my current situation
Isn't it interesting isn't it great?
We should appreciate and embrace the mysteries of life
We disintegrate integrate drift into space
We are all made up of the same matter and will eventually return to the universe
Like cosmic dust I was born a star
I am unique and have potential for greatness
A storm that started a wanderlust
My difficult experiences have made me want to explore and learn more
My omnibus is a work in progress
I am still developing and changing as a person
Til posthumous no god I trust
I do not believe in a higher power until after death
They want us all to get fucked up Free spirits
Others may try to control and conform us, but we should stay true to our free spirits
Fireball shots fire thy blunderbuss
Alcohol can have negative consequences
Wounds hide inside wondrous
Our traumas can be hidden and difficult to see
Knife juggler sliced jugular
Someone has been hurt or betrayed
They utter but I'm subtler
Others may speak loudly, but I prefer to express myself more subtly
Cognitive summoner
I have the ability to bring forth thoughts and ideas
Cognizant front runner
I am aware and ready to take on challenges
Running up's not an option I'm opting to run amuck
I would rather take big risks than settle for a mediocre life
Not one of Arsenic's stomachers
I am strong and will not be easily defeated
Let's put the cult in culture
We should be open to exploring new ideas and traditions
I put the volt to vultures
I am able to harness power and defeat my enemies
Electric birds fly over oceans
We are capable of overcoming great distances and obstacles
Open sojourn soaked in sulfur
I am on a journey that is filled with difficulty and pain
Those broken bones burn the same
We all experience pain and suffering
Don't you know we're to blame
We need to take responsibility for our actions and their consequences
We sold our souls over chosen flames went to search the plains
We have made sacrifices in order to achieve what we want in life
And maintained hope floats, it won't turn to rain
We have hope for the future and believe it will be positive
(So turn up) Nah motherfucker get down
We should not get too excited or carried away
Don't get involved head down
We should not interfere in things that do not concern us
Holes that we all head down, take another shot get rounds
We often fall into patterns of negative behavior and must make an effort to change
Then chase another shot get rounds
We should not give up and keep trying to improve
Round here people tattoo to count years
People mark their bodies to remember past experiences or milestones
Crocodile tears drown fears
We may pretend to be okay, but our fears can still consume us
Dirtiest mirrors perfect appearance
Our outside appearance may seem positive, but we may be hiding negative aspects of ourselves
Murder each other turn em to spirits yea
We hurt each other and must strive to do better
Writer(s): Not Documented
Contributed by Hudson W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@TheInfernalCore1
Self-fulfilling not full of myself
I'll show em my hell
And when I go I'll pull it myself
December snow all cold that I felt
No coal that I felt could be a diamond
I squeezed and mined it Inshallah
Gave it a shot it stayed on my palms
Napalms don't seem to mind it stigmata
Everything I touch King Midas
Gold ain't really worth that much it's a crutch be honest
They're colorblind I see violets
Backwards Bergman's Persona
Everybody humming all the hymns
Homonyms flooding with the fish
Going with the flow running with the rest
That lowly-lowly-low still drumming on my ribs
Oh no save me from my life
Take me on a flight
Isn't it interesting isn't it great?
We disintegrate integrate drift into space
Like cosmic dust I was born a star
A storm that started a wanderlust
My omnibus is a work in progress
’Til posthumous no god I trust
They want us all to get fucked up
Free spirits
Free spirits
Free spirits
Fireball shots fire thy blunderbuss
Wounds hide inside wondrous
Knife juggler sliced jugular
They utter but I'm subtler
Cognitive summoner
Cognizant front runner
Running up’s not an option I'm opting to run amuck
Not one of Arsenic's stomachers
Let's put the cult in culture
I put the volt to vultures
Electric birds fly over oceans
Open sojourn soaked in sulfur
Those broken bones burn the same
Don't you know we’re to blame
We sold our souls over chosen flames went to search the plains
And maintained hope floats, it won't turn to rain
(So turn up) Nah motherfucker get down
Don't get involved head down
Holes that we all head down, take another shot get rounds
Then chase another shot get rounds
Round here people tattoo to count years
Crocodile tears drown fears
Dirtiest mirrors perfect appearance
Murder each other turn em to spirits yea
Source - The Description.
@gabrielveliz740
To be a psychologist, and to delve into Sadistiks mind, would be most fascinating. "How far does this rabbit hole go?"
@user-ww8yc7tp7j
Straight thru the end and back again
@user-ww8yc7tp7j
The ones who remember it all was the ones kept us well...shes a Roxy Star ✨✨ where's my car
@vaelum9242
Definition of an artist. That's all that needs to be said.
@EricaGarfinkel
I concur sounds sooo lovely on k I wanted to listen to fish but yea wound up here
@joshdikes8526
Still waiting for Sadistik to direct an abstract horror film.
@puppetmastersasori5982
Yoooooo that would be dope
@raynbillson2601
Guys the hip hop Rob Zombie. Graham Obrien on drums here or is this a Sadistik beat?
@alanpetrarca238
@@raynbillson2601 lol I was just about to make a rob zombie comment
@crystalwiebe6961
@Josh Dikes Ooooh fuck ya