L’Orange & Stik Figa ~ Blind Tiger!

L'Orange & Stik Figa Blind Tiger Artwork!

When I first heard the ridiculously talented L’ORANGE was working on a new project, I was more than a bit excited.  As anyone close to me can confirm,  I absolutely love the album ‘The Mad Writer’ and I still think it is one of the most amazing hip hop creations to come out in 2012.  So with high expectations, eager anticipation and my fingers firmly crossed,  I finally got a chance to push play on his latest collaboration track “Blind Tiger” a few days ago.  And needless to say, I am extremely glad I did.

L’ORANGE is one of the most interesting music producers in the game right now and his unique fingerprints are visible all across “Blind Tiger”.  From his signature pre-1950s jazzy soul radio style intro/outro samples that frame this track so well to the cleverly molded backdrop of emotion filled female vocal shrills, steady handed orchestral bows and smoky classic hip hop beats, the listening experience is second to none.  It’s like hearing a dark and dramatic story come to life right before my eyes. Pair all this up with the authentic lyrical prowess of Kansas rapper STIK FIGA and “Blind Tiger” hints at an album to come filled with creative vision, dynamic emcee flows and inventive layers of background textures.  I just hope the other tracks are a bit longer than this one!  The new album ‘The City Under The City’ drops on October 15th.

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Lyrics:
Where the drum roll, numskull
Aint you seen the white horse, aint you smell the gun smoke
Funds low these bums broke, chatting with Colombo
Peeling back the moon roof, and now my skin is sun soaked
Aint no rocket science, but I need space
Aint been to compliant, mama saying that I need faith
Being self-reliant we just ash when they cremate
Go ahead and pick a star, which one would you replace
Balls full of gas, they don’t even need names
Earth’s about the cash, working on a pre-paid
Flame to the glass, inhale and then relieve pain
Life a lot of things, she aint never been no cheap date
Slave in a free state, discovering the cupboards dry
Listen to the engine putter brother give another try
Pop mutters, baby sucking on her mother’s udder for another night
Gunfire is another lullaby
[Verse 2]
And from the end is where this poem starts
No regards, watering the rose and still we grow apart
Hopeless hearts broke, anxious dip your toes with sharks
I’m floating in the ocean on top of shards of Noah’s Ark
Ride the wave cautious, and then I set sail
Arrived on dry land, walking, on an egg shell
With lead bells, blowing the whistle man I just left hell
Nothing to regret well except maybe that death smell
Behind the red veil enjoying the best seats
The rest grieve, nothing to show for it but prestige
Wonder what success brings, I go against the jet stream
Knowing one man’s nightmare is another’s wet dream

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Born in sunny San Diego and raised in central Illinois. I graduated from the University of Illinois @Urbana-Champaign and spent the better part of 10 years in sunny Phoenix Arizona after graduation. I now reside in Savoy IL and I try to make it up to the Chicago music scene as much as I can. Music has always been a part of my life and I wouldn’t have it any other way!

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