TWENTYTHREE - WRAITH (prod. @istasha)

OFFICIAL VIDEO:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=amaC0tyNATI

LYRICS:

Lyrics:
Left in the earth, hit for the hearse, follow the holes in the shirt 
Sever the search, all I deserve, cutting away from the dirt 
Never reverse, hollow the body alone and I’m leaving the curse
Falling away for the better or worse, ever malevolent, making it hurt

Heaven sent and falling from the hands
Seven shots and leave them for the land
Tether, breathing from a body bag
Weather never waiting for a mask
Break away with no stands
Same old blade and swing with no lag
Leave this skin and take what I can 
No name no need for any old plans

Follow the wraith, aim with a blade, up and away
falling for days, hollow the face, still I save
Hole in the back of the brain 
Never decay, same old ways, falling for none, stay for the pain 
Dead in the rain, nothing to say
Leaving the rest of the frame 
Follow the wraith, aim with a blade, up and away
falling for days, hollow the face, still I save
Hole in the back of the brain 
Never decay, same old ways, falling for none, stay for the pain 

No remains, suffocate, blade on me I’ve been a wraith 
Never safe, fuck a name, falling for it, no escape
No remains, suffocate, blade on me I’ve been a wraith 
Never safe, fuck a name, falling for it, no escape

Follow the wraith, aim with a blade, up and away
falling for days, hollow the face, still I save
Hole in the back of the brain 
Never decay, same old ways, falling for none, stay for the pain 
Dead in the rain, nothing to say
Leaving the rest of the frame

WRAITH (PROD. ISTASHA) VIDEO LINK IN DESC.

Istasha x Sect Unit - New Strings (prod. Istasha)

Halloween (ft. do not resurrect)

Stream: https://hypeddit.com/nikkoistasha/fullbody
@istasha

Lyrics:

[NIKKO]
All I need is one shotta
One shotta
Boy, I’m taking one shot 
And I could pop up leave your partner dead
Stick like a broom moppa
Turn to pasta any bastards head
Heard it go boom blaka
Light your block up 
Oughta stay in bed

Feels like the moons talking to me 
Moon walking to this bread 
Not in the mood for no fuckin swoon, chicken headed bitches trynna say they got no bodies 
I doubt it 
Everybody heard of me baby and they know bout my body 
I’m bout it 
Like why you barkin out a V ?
If you ain’t pussy hop out it
I been waiting for a reason to get real fucking violent 
I’m worldwide up now 
In the sky just like God 
I said anybody steppin to it is a fade 
Fuck it rip the head off him 
Cut the legs off him 
Leave him dead 
I heard you fed 
Watch me put a red dot up on your brain 
I’m using lead 
This is not a bread crumb this is a stain 
We not the same 
You the type to act tough I really swing

On-on-one shotta, one shotta 
Boy, I’m taking one shot 
And I could pop up leave your partner dead
Stick like a broom moppa
Turn to pasta any bastards head
Heard it go boom blaka
Light your block up 
Oughta stay in bed

[ Istasha ]
Look at you 
Acting up 
Focus your energy on the rot 
Going down 
I’m Decayed 
No sleep 
On repeat what i main 
Grey 
Look at you 
Acting up 
Focus your energy on the rot
Better off ending my days Independent
Then bending to pressure with teeth 
Don’t blink 
Shut shut 
Optics 
Cut out like weeds 
I Carve em out 
Got tech 
No strings
Duck duck 
Shots down 
No wings I keep on falling out
Everything I take 
Outside my means
Sever the veins
I got my hands they feed 
Cover the pale light 
I’m up 
Taking the weight off my nog 
Now could you let my hand

[NIKKO]
Step out and get collected like it’s Pokémon 
You really dead where you stand if you owe me sum
And if this blade hit his face then his vest mean nothin 
I got a full body tec with a percussion drum 
Give you concussion son 
I bet this blast will make him cough all his cash up 
Always need a lil band in my pocket 
Watchin need to stop it 
Hundred grand on the dotted 
Sign it for me to walk in 
They like damn NIKKO poppin and locking the way he cock it 
Do a dance when he caught it 
Wobble and then he drop dead

FULL BODY

FULL BODY ft. Istasha (prod. Kiraw)

PROD BLUNT CHRIST
Mix & Mastered by @aragoth.die
Cover by: https://www.instagram.com/sathvriel

(LYRICS)
PROPHET:
Rollin smoking I got potent 
Pass the blunt keep it in motion 
Pour the wock up like it’s potion 
Got these baddies that I’m ghosting 
Cuz I know they’re out here hoeing 
get em wetter than the ocean 
Cuz they know the prophets toting 
Like a river got em flowing 
Spread her legs and keep em open 
Pound the pussy leave it swolen
I want head there’s no eloping 
always knew that I was chosen 
Junkies round me overdosing 
I don’t care my heart is frozen 
Do a show while out in Poland 
Sell it out and keep on going 

I had to get in my bag 
Head to the bank 
& never look back 
Selling the pack
Staying on track 
I got the gat
brains on the mat 
That is wrap 
So many guns 
Like i live in Iraq 
Gunning em down 
They’re under attack 
I got a missile 
I feel like a tank 
Imma street general
That is my rank 
Rolling up sticky
Im smoking on stank 
Puffin on cookies 
I love all the dank 
You’ll never get me 
I’m out the gang 
Moving like g’s 
& talking in slang 
Talking on gang 
And you’re getting slain 
Promise I’ll make you remember the name 
It’s prophet to the fucking grave!

MILITXNT:
Nothing in my pocket cus I’m always spending shit popping pills I’m feelings sick  feelings like a woozy bitch got me feeling like a lunatic I’m always in the pit 

always feeling like a junkie yeah I need to take a sip 

I need to chill I need a pill I’m feeling ill feelings like I’m dying with a plan to spill a kill aye 

I’m dying out of anger hit that bitch up with the hammer pick him up and hit the slammer hit ya mouth correct ya grammar 

Popping like a rocket bouta take what in ya pocket Glock up in ya eye it’s out ya motherfucking  socket 

stop looking at Glock I’m bout to drop u on ya top 30 rounds will leave u shocked boutta hit up on ya block never fucking with the opps spill the blood up on ya socks smelling gas u hear a pop boutta blow that fucking shot

PROPHET X MILITXNT - 30 ROUND'S

written & performed by pirat & FXCKJAMiE
produced by subtry
cover art by pirat

(Lyrics)

[PIRAT]

Gimme ur soul 
Gimme ur teeth 
Gimme what’s underneath 
Know that you see me when you sleep 
Tweaking breakin at the seams 
skin is pale 
Eyes  red 
Leaden voice 
Commands the dead 
Tithings on the tarmac 
Break the teeth 
right out your head 
Mmm baby I love you 
Lemme eat out your innards 
Come hang with the sinners 
Blood ritual for Dinner 
Where is your god now 
With my pliers in your mouth 
All I need is cavities 
Are you with or without 
Blue blood 
Brain rot 
& i think I forgot 
How to be your everything 
To be something you’re not 
Yeah I’m always sinnin
And yuh I’m always winnin
Lurkin in the shadows 
Glasgow I’m always grinnin 

[FXCKJAMiE]

I be lurking and I bring all the pain 
I take your teeth right out of your head and add it onto my chain 
Demon walk in all black 
Bacteria like some plaque
I’m here to collect all your cavities and send you right back 
I rip out your skull 
I need some more I could pull 
spent too long shaving your teeth now my blade getting dull
Bitch imma take out of soul 
And put all my razor blades under your pillow
Wait 
Imma dig into your face 
If I were you I would sit back and just fully embrace 
No anesthesia my way
want you to take it i, don’t let it all go to waste

GROWING FANGS (FEAT. FXCKJAMiE) [PROD. SUBTRY]

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