Habits, by Dyslexia & Sik Sense (2024)

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(Intro Sample - Richard Nixon)"Well, when I said "I just hope I haven’t let you down," that said it all. I had. I let down my friends. I let down the country..... Most of all, I let down an opportunity that I would have had for 2 1/2 more years to proceed with great projects and programs for building a lasting peace which has been my dream...Yup, I let the American people down, and I have to carry that burden with me for the rest of my life."(Dyslexia)(Dys x Sik)Habit is the rabbit i followedAlice might as well of been a modelMy cabinet clammed up, swalled damn f*ckfollowing the sand struck hollow(Sik Sense)See im at war with the elements, paw full of prejudicescorn, type to wipe the floor with your nemesiskick open the door to your premisissnare all the residents in residencelike boom bap slap catch beats from the compressionits a break in the connection as waves-de-formthrough their raw objection to performsik-sense and dys-lex-ia absorbanything of yours inspecting all your flawslike i wanna eat my dinner of it this concoctionmake you stick your fingers in a frigging socketloss of oxygen an option but your locked into livingby admitting your a novice to tripping but it was obviousstop bitching and get lost in this addiction(Outro Sample - Geroge Galloway)"Now I know that standards have slipped in the last few years in Washington, but for a lawyer you are remarkably cavalier with any idea of justice. I am here today but last week you already found me guilty. You traduced my name around the world without ever having asked me a single question, without ever having contacted me, without ever written to me or telephoned me, without any attempt to contact me whatsoever. And you call that justice."

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(Sik Sense)One word, never seen, never heardI do lyrics on tick and want them back by the firststicks, city, then out the 'burbsounce get split like gash at a birthwatch out we're masters at workoutclass a vast amount of the earth with a versethe maths is truer than the facts of its worthbeat black then bluer than the skins that are wrapped round the herblike what, i am amazingyou are just not, there's not debatingyou can f*ck off, I’m a menacing molecular mechanismbecause of my arrested developmentstop the, tempestuous, method switch lecherous genttype embellishmentwhen this paranoia’s strong like eleven elephants on express setting stepping like seven jet engines(Dyslexia)Break down crews like chemical compounds(Sik Sense)I sabotage these tracks to mars and backwith a carbon clad guard that'll spar your manson these Martian lands you either can't or canno middle ground partisan lack of heart attackstack and harbour plans with this heat on repeatcompete and burn feet on tracks like the darkest sandsthe smart arse, cigar in handI’m the reason 'rolled on the thighs' got your god dam apartment smashedcall me Mr Osmosis, no focus flow smithmost dopest of opponent you’ve ever opposed withthose pro's it’s potent open domes quick exposingthis show boating joke in slow motionoh no it's, sik slanderous spit your gran will damage her hipfrom dancing like a twat and jamming to thisi got a wealth of bad habits inhabit padded cellsrabid as hell, savage how i manage to damage your health(Dyslexia)Break down crews like chemical compounds

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(Dyslexia)(Sik Sense)Now pipe down Alice, look-in glass follow rabbitdown that hole no one see's we strolled right passed iton a cold night you tracked it, emerged like a lurcherthat was trapped in some abstract static state of inertiathe rampant cancer, camped in your cortexconstructing strands of attack clash your thoughts when i inhabit my habitat, habitually canny alley catThat’ll cross your path like fifth scratch on tally graphI got lactic acid tabs and tea flasks in a plastic bagI’ll happily adapt to the embrace with a clammy graspi pick apart the patterns, instinctive, karmas cavernscarbon carved in palms when stigmata happens I’m calmcalmer than acceptance, self-harmerwrist action, split atom, sick stanzas ,written in lists in the midst of its inception and signed off with a kissx tends to be, left with an impressionit extends to be loved ones in intentionsI’ve felt nothing since ingestionim becoming an infectious, reckless mess laying defencelessso i....change the synapse back to the last chapterwhere happiness floods streets like cats you can’t captureit’s that pattern that turns acts to habitsit’s that pattern that swerved back and dies tragicthe verse reinacts the lies graphicsamplify for minds to translate light through eyescyanide pride with a side of a few pintsand one for the road, one for theendless fields of roach and used bags of co*kesecond hand smoke, needles that never had the antidote no matter how amp the dose boast entrapmentdrugs capture a host and become engrossed in its enhancement(Dys x Sik)change the synapse back to the last chapterwhere happiness floods streets like cats you can’t captureit’s that pattern that turns acts to habitsit’s that pattern that swerved back and dies tragicfollow rabbit Alice, follow rabbitmodel madness Alice, hollow tacticsswallow static Alice, coddle blandnessall these candid cameras follow Alice

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As the Western, Roman Empire collapses/Entire mappings of factions are dispatched with/which leaves me, Baron Strange Fruit adaptingto the expansive rankings of Middle Age romanticsthat languished inactive til 500 B.Cand to the passing of Mohammed in 6 3 3-head of state call me CaliphIslamic communities i used to fight but i take my own as captiveit’s what happens when it’s the devil you dance withi signed in italics in exchange for the schematic to my soulemotions die I’m now combativelacking in any understanding of these semanticsonly military tactics, honed by Anglo Saxonsblacken pages of history with these actionsI’m forced to side with masses through transactionswith Lucifer’s hands attached to the strands making it happenpuppet master laughing, crafting the art of warcarnivores storm forts, you’re hardly going to answer doors- we kill them all, blood marks on wallsdisregard your calls for mercy stood over you with thirty sharpened swordsSatan in carbon form, Cataphact on the back of an armoured horseraising towns to the ground when i spark the torchcompelled to retrieve the head from my targets corpse and it’s like that, no remorse when i slice atyour light axe wielding infantry that don’t fight backi appear with night tasked with over throwing those who own oceans dethrone opponents with no known noticewe swarm like locust over the remotest components of your force we decoded and opened i body your folk in a moment, I’m just a bloke smokingspines of those who decline to sign my vote slipsNow, Baron Strange Fruit's been around you seei travel time lines where blood lines repeati live passed lives as your feet pound the streetsdefeat emperors for evil as your sound asleepBaron Strange Fruit's been around you see fight with armies about sixty thousand deeptechnique of hardy beast i scar your peepslight you kings head with my right arm as i start my speechI’m under feudal command, cross on my shieldthis is my land blessing of god upon my steelI’ve got Byzantium blood, transgressing centuriesimport Turkish weaponry, Macedonian dynastyimplore works of symmetry, math prone deliverywith sicker speech than black plague city street living bethe wicker creaks Neath the weight of heads from the guillotinespread from the west likes crusades on the middle eastmy empire stretch from Morocco round the Med to Italychilling free only get out of bed for victoryalchemedic synergy, a how to read my literacy for dummies should be in your vicinitydivine right of kings will be like salt in the eyeballsabsolute monarchs justified as false idols its spiteful and my memories are tribaldeaths disciple, you wouldn’t read it in the biblehow i knife you in the spinal, concede your titlemy arrival breeds sheep to alleviate the rivalsfrom their rightful place in homes they possesslay pagans to rest like final clones of textthat was sent to force revival of hope but insteadthey caused a cycle of protest from folk you protectonly spoke of in sects and that’s if you investin the complex agenda's they tend to representi spend gold to interject souls into Pax Romanadisrespect Roman peace and I’ll come and slap your fatherantagonise these heretics, call me Justin Martyrfrom Aurelius to Arthur and to Arius in Spartathey call it Karma, wipe my arse with the Magna Cartafeudal barons force the King to abide by the charterseveryday i find this harder, there’s no way to scarperfrom when i start up a legend to the start of my departureNow, Baron Strange Fruit's been around you seei travel time lines where blood lines repeati live passed lives as your feet pound the streetsdefeat emperors for evil as your sound asleepBaron Strange Fruit's been around you see fight with armies about sixty thousand deeptechnique of hardy beast i scar your peepslight you kings head with my right arm as i start my speech

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(Dyslexia)Vultures, multiply aboveas cultures turn in to finding drugssole purpose, designer buzzsore surface, the mind erupts(Dys x Sik)Vultures, multiply aboveas cultures turn in to finding drugssole purpose, designer buzzsore surface, the mind erupts(Sik Sense)Now I’m not sure if i do this for pleasure, pain or just amusem*ntpump drugs into my brain just to make me feel more humani got these, certain urges surging through my blueprintlost each and every cursive through the speed of its movementtalk with mutant speech a miser that reminds us of times we defined these lifelines they supply usrecruitment drive minds, and if we stay alivewe're too busy making a living to ever make a lifeas i improve i align time, star signs and pyramid design combinedbut now we got retarded minds to symbolise decline to simplified tribesmystified by the sky, describe the spectrum as liquefied tie-die,acid drop ingestion, lizard eye deprived guy placid on inspection, erratic on detectionvultures landing for an easy meal and as the blood pools i see my habits in the reflection

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(Sik Sense)Now you can call me Gaudi the great architect recovered alchimarker pen text and still spark the cess proudlyi doubt these, people listening have heard about mebeen in it for a minute spitting writtens out loudlyi watch the world through the bottom of a whiskey glasstipsy ass hippy growing thin like a wispy tashpatron saint of 8th's in a jiffy bagf*ck eyes i dilate your face with that spliff you hadit's not where you're from it's about where you're sitting atgift of gab efficient wisdom out witting the slickest ladssmart arsed, leave you red faced like cricket batafter the innings i kick it and that's how you know Sik is backwith a sack of wicked raps, i aint no f*cking king i just robbed the crown and can't be arsed to give it backthis is the duck to your swing hitting backwith a full on figure four on the floor with submissive tapssame time i'm burning l's and didn’t give a passflick the roach at your feet like; oi mate, finish thatim implicit in vindictive plans, exhibitstrength only witness when Popeye gets a spinach cani've been splitting grams with Dirty Maccovertly burn percy of some mad quirky earthly plantshunt you through the cracks like a murky pastand only see you through my net like your nerdy plansI stand alone at the gates of these rappers homeswhere they craft their poems on a pad where their act is knownwe hunt you down one by one til we're the last to flowwe hunt you down one by one, one by onewe stand alone in the hope that our stature growsflatten grammar with the force of Thor hammer blowswe hunt you down one by one til we're the last to flowwe hunt you down one by one, one by one(Dyslexia) teens bit illiterate(Sik Sense)I stand alone at the gates of these rappers homeswhere they craft their poems on a pad where their act is knownwe hunt you down one by one til we're the last to flowwe hunt you down one by one, one by onewe stand alone in the hope that our stature growsflatten grammar with the force of Thor hammer blowswe hunt you down one by one til we're the last to flowwe hunt you down one by one, one by one

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(Sik Sense)The four element force that draws wreckage to shoresand absorbed in the way that war epics are taughti got more records, of course, that more venomousawesomeness with a pen, i reform thaughts if flawless pitsyou got bars? perform them thenyour sh*t, go stand on the side like your an ornimantyou'd be the token prize at a tournemant as fouth palce, if 3rd got a score to spendi rock oven gloves to write cos of my scorching penive come to kill your vibes like your awkward friendsLexi and I? Jekyll and Hyde that switch mindsand when we combine rhymes bring your senses to lifewith a sentence provide hype 'til dimentia subsideswith enough pride to get back up and look it square in the eyeas we reside in your sadness our standards createdits just madness, we're faced with a lack of creative brainsit's just a hobby, i picked up in the lobbyit's insane how you still need to learn to rap properlyi got second crop syndrome, better than the first batchtenners worth, sitting there, chilling in a herb bagi lurk back in dark alleys smoke fattys with your aunt sallyplay her these large tacks we bringto make sure your knowledge of us doenst start badlywe're kings or this half-arsed attack on a swag beat(Dyslexia)(Whyze One)(Dyslexia)

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(Sik Sense)When i'm birthing these beats you can hand me the forcepsI got more lines than Gordon Ramsey's foreheaddon't aplaude yet wait a couple tracks latermy snare snaps like i slapped you with sand papersik got his swagger back, straight from the cabbage patchbattle whack rappers with a strap and a plastic bagmy sh*t stinks like, damn i'll have a gram of thatmaybe two but i need to go to the bank to grab the cash(Dyslexia)(Cosmo Tx)(Sik Sense)Leave me two bars and they will get loopedim in a chicken coop stooped bunning Chris Tucker zootcos it's friday, in a suit out for the lootphone on vibrate business time out for the lootbare fruits from high grade last minute line changeim 0845 gotta pay for my time matei'll f*ck it up, then i'll f*ck it sidewayscome back in nine days and the track will still girate(Dyslexia)(Cosmo Tx)(Sik Sense)What the f*ck you looking at? watch where you're staring im careless, take your girl home to meet my parentsi think they're gonna like her, treat her like an heiressshe's an airhead but f*ck it man she gives out bare headi've got rare texts a spare set of f*ck you's and im aware, yes, i don't expect some f*cks tooi crush crews into juice quaf them from a chalicethat's made of gold and moulded from the shape of my phalice

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Dyslexia & Sik Sense return with their 3rd joint release and 1st full length album 'Habits'. After smashing the back doors off the underground with their first two EP's; (the jazz tinged "Enter Your Own Caption" and the futuristic ode to work "Employees of the Month"), the duo took a sharp left turn and wound up in a dark, dusty, dank, fritzel-esque basem*nt where they embraced a mind state best left well alone.

"Habits" introduces a much darker soundscape than previous work. Inspired by, and drawing from themes generally avoided in Hip-Hop; addiction, anxiety, disdain and malice, coupled in equal parts with egotism, self-doubt and a love stain size smattering of self-deprecating humour which leads you on a dizzying spiral into the minds of Dyslexia and Sik Sense. With features from Fugitive 9 kingpins; Cosmo TX, Cuda Brown, Moe Hendrix, Sintax 0 and Whyze Oner you are welcomed into the re-emerging pattern of habits with an awkward handshake and a tipped Stetson.

This album will make you ask questions that we cannot answer and we're, almost, sorry about that.

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released August 3, 2014

All songs written by Dyslexia & Sik Sense*
All songs produced by Sik Sense

Dyslexia - vocals, american boy
Sik Sense - beats & vocals, english boy

*Method Owned written by Dyslexia and Cuda Brown
Waveform written by Sik Sense, Dyslexia, and Whyze Oner
Reefaman written by Sik Sense, Dyslexia, and Cosmo TX
Tetramorph written by Fugitive 9 (Dyslexia, Moe Hendrix, Whyze Oner, and Cosmo TX)
Signing Off written by Dyslexia and Sik Sense and Sintax 0

Artwork by Michael Scott Younger III