Central Standard Time

by Stik Figa

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    releases January 27, 2017

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Oldtown 96 (feat. Bonzo Madrid) [prod. !llMind]
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Cold [prod. L'Orange]
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James Lemonade (feat. Homeboy Sandman & Quelle Chris)
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The Heart Wants [prod. D/Will]
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Holding Back Tears [prod. Apollo Brown]
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Every rapper is a struggle rapper. The degree of adversity changes from one tax bracket to the next, but no contract comes with immunity. The pursuit of happiness lasts as long as you do. Stik Figa has been trying to tell you for years.

Central Standard Time, the Topeka, KS native’s second official Mello Music Group release, is a meditation on struggles new, old, and eternal. Stik Figa’s rhymes remain intricate yet accessible, the words interlocking to create fresh meanings. Every verse displays his hard-won honesty. Though the pains are personal, the moments are strikingly familiar. These are the songs you play when you’re tired of being told to turn up, when you avoid your bank statement like the plague, when you still can’t shake the first time someone called you “nigger,” when another relationship has wrecked your life.

With production from venerated heavyweights like Nottz, Exile, Black Milk, and Apollo Brown, there is never a stale loop or drum pattern. Beats crafted to fry subwoofers are offset by those warm and poignant. L’Orange produced lead single “Cold,” deftly straddles that divide. Over cavernous drums and a soul-stirring sample, Stik Figa indicts posturing trap rappers with searing wit.

When he’s not dismantling the unoriginal alone, Stik Figa enlists indie luminaries Elzhi, Homeboy Sandman, and Quelle Chris. And on album closer “The Git Down,” he macks alongside Bay Area legend Rappin' 4-Tay. With each feature, the results are even more arresting.

Ultimately, Central Standard Time is a reminder that sharing our burdens helps others do the same. It’s rap as therapy, the words written to move forward. Listen and do likewise. Struggle waits for no man.

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releases January 27, 2017

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Track Name: Pardon The Interruption
Live from the middle of the ghetto and the street
where they cook cocaine, keep the metal and the heat
pop that thing the federal police,
yea that's what it is, yea that's what it be.
Raw as it get's with the awesome-est spit,
ya'll call it quit still fall in the pit,
it's ya boy Stik and I rock it again,
while I hold time back and I'm stopping the wind.
Ah, is it him? He still got it hemmed,
he do what he do while y'all following trends,
I say what I say like the mic is my kin,
and I'm reaching in deep for the music within.
Junt give you chills and it crawl in ya skin,
I'm raw as it get's, I thought I'd repeat, y'all obsolete,
Stik get it crunk and then knock out ya teeth on the hardest of beats.
T-O-P, Memphis, Tennessee, Little Rock is with me when I sovereignly speak,
got it all in my reach, so if ya'll want the beef, well the reach for your piece, piece! peace?
Sensitive imminent images bending 'em back
I'm sending them cats where they belong, you heard my song before,
ready to spit it and murder war, MC's ain't nothing but herbivores, kicking that shit that I heard before.
Unlimited vision to get what I'm getting,
I stay on my pimping and hurt these foes.
Track Name: Down Payment (feat. Elzhi) [prod. Nottz]
It's Stik Figa Mayne, yea I'm clearing it up,
had to give it to them straight, they don't hear it enough,
it's all bad for these the suckers ain't no cheering them up,
a bunch of curious thugs dripping their period blood.
Prefer fear over love when really we big winners,
ain't a dollar to my name, willing to split dinners,
be it, lobster champagne, dollar menus or chicken tenders,
ride til the wheels fall or we off in the Earth's center.
And I don't dis niggas instead, I dismember,
discharge, this weapon, disfigure, dissenters,
get with that or get with this, get with the big picture,
don't stop, don't quit until we get to the six figures.
Mess around and get injured considered dirty and dingy,
and when I kick a verse it's worth every penny,
so reach into your purse whether major or indie,
everybody ain't gonna love me they won't get me, but look

[chorus]

I'm just trying to tell them what I know,
tell them where I been
tell them where I'm trying to go
Man look, I'm just trying to tell them what I know,
tell them where I been,
tell them where I'm trying to go
When there's money to make, yeah, there's money to get
Money to take, yeah there's money to flip
Gotta take a risk scared money don't win
Trying to get the quiet money so stop running your lips

[Elzhi]
Money didn't change me, neither success, only the fake friends,
that quick to toot their own horns I'd rather make bands,
that's music to my ears for years ending on a sour note,
like off-key lime powder that's awfully prime time,
push down your throat, so you can get a taste of what I been through,
biting through the tune no fact or act to pretend you were in my New Balances while experiencing verticle,
way above your head 'cause your ankles were angled verticle
and you see where the scandal at but, what if you couldn't put your finger on how things got out of hand how would you handle that?
Hater that could make a waiter bend a spoon at lunch while you shoot for the stars but put a crater in the moon, damn.
Wish I could say that I was aiming high at my lowest point to when I fell short I had to blow this joint.
Or similar to liquor just to feel buzzworthy
all because ever bar that's been thrown at me was curvy.

[Chorus]

You see as time goes on it seems that I'm less eager,
guess experience is really the best teacher,
they say times money but you ain't invest either,
so I had to go get it can't wait on the Tech feature.
Never had a lot I never got a lot to lose,
everybody thirsty and really they ain't got the juice,
and everyone an expert but really they ain't got a clue,
I'm nothing like 'Pac I'm probably more like Posdnuos.
Struck gold, I don't know if I'm getting close,
play position was never fitting into a role, one of one, maybe one day you get a clone,
just know that eagles don't fit in pigeon holes.
Eat crow I never rode on a coat tail,
and watch close they really hope that your boy fail, I been dope, they been lame so 'oh well',
and hope floats so fuck fame that boat sailed.

[Chorus]
Track Name: The Ends & Outs (prod. Black Milk)
So is ya in or you out,
I need to know is ya in or you out,
I get the ends then I'm out, I get the ends then Im...

I got some idioms for idiots if anybody's interested,
there's no "I" in team but there's like two in "limitless"
the insignificant would rather illustrate with ignorance
and instigate with iodized salt, just to get in the mix.
Did I announce I'm out and out the best around?
Out of this world the rest of ya'll aint been out of town.
I would of bought a pound of cure but they was all out,
settled on an ounce of prevention, God, good looking out.
No time to lounge instead I'm inquisitive, insisted on alliteration for the illiterates,
is that insensitive don't mean to be disingenuous,
guilty til proven innocent especially if you indigent.
Memphis indigenous, like Ball and 'G I'm Comin' Out,
you on the couch or on the porch I'm out the house.
If times money it's of the essence you runnin' out,
I'm saving mine, might be a time I'm down and out.
I don't go out, I'm introverted and introspective,
in my own world when I'm stuck at the intersection,
in an instant I reflect on my indiscretions,
swallow bitter pills and probably be getting indigestion.
Since my inception I feel like I'm the outcast ,
Dre and Antwan the outlier that outlast, these rappers outta bounds
without a doubt put out trash,
cause a car and outfit these ho's is putting out fast, but....

Is you in or you out, aye,
so is you in or you out, check,
I get the ends then I'm out,
I get the ends then I'm out...
Track Name: The Git Down (feat. Rappin 4-Tay) [prod. Exile]
[Rappin' 4-Tay]

Hello, roll up, hold up,
Stik Figa, my nigga
Fresh up out the Testarossa,
still buzzing off that sticky green Cali doja,
last night had a gang of them freaky bitches jocking,
it's the player himself, going to always keep it poppin'.
Ripping them off, pissing them off, scooping and talking and picking them off,
six can get off, I'm kicking it off,
Stik Figa my nigga, that's like JT the Bigga Figga.
Six-inch stiletto's, pedal to the metal,
you damn right we on a whole 'nother level,
Benjamins, Franklins, Grants, Jeffersons,
and tell a broke bitch, to get to stepping.
Ain't no player like the one you got,
another hit from the Bay, it just don't stop,
macking like this ain't easy,
she said it take a real player just to please me, bitch.

[Chorus]
Never let a sucka stress me out,
players never talk down, respect the crown,
had to put it in they face, they expect it now,
and I don't give them nothing less when I rep the town (repeat 2x)

[Stik Figa]

Ya see I float like a butterfly, sting like an STD,
when you pee, better check them freaks.
All I have had was teeth like Ali Shaheed,
on point like T-I-P, Phife Rest in Peace.
See, I don't trip, maybe I'm old fashioned,
got a new stitch, cut from an old fabric,
tailor made fit, speak when I'm in traffic,
I'm in my own lane, follow my own map then.
Dripping in sauce, don't call me a lyricist,
it ain't about the paper then it ain't that serious,
chill and Netflix it's bliss in the ignorance
until you side chick text she ain't get her period.
I'm still going to drink my Henny with the Coke,
I'm still gonna stack my pennies like I'm broke,
and I might get chips at different on them bro,
while I'm Midwest reppin' with my G from the Sco

[Chorus]

[Outro]

Get down with the get down,
that's just how a nigga get down (4x)