Gangsta Rap

 This playlist contains all the songs made by Istasha the scrub and all the songs where he collaborate with other artists. 

Istasha the scrub

sam1

phonk 288

Lyrics:

What’s your opinion on the dire situation?
Ought to rip through the lid 
I need a line
*Citation*

All the rust build, Keep it like a red mark 
Sleeping through the skin 
I Wanna sell my soul thin 
No shark 

On the sill 
Scatter round 
Plant patters on me 
See the dead dogs barking up the redwood tree 

Never sow no doubts but they all catch seed 
On repeat sleep eat breathe seethe and retweet 

I took my shirt off in the yard 
The silent trees all saw my skin turn into dust 
Fly like seeds

Elefant

Lyrics:

24 shots 
Down a buck
Shitfaced and then repeat
On my circadian crutch no adrenaline 

Venison Lunch 
Full,Fuck
Belly button punch out 
The way I’m soaking in my drip just like a towel 

Hold up, I got a thread that you can never follow 
I keep it red and sweet for Gretel gotta get a collar 
Just do it, Dot and with a dash I’m a like a semicolon
Oh my god, I’m swimming in the river when my thread is cut off 

Fuck im Sinking down just like a truck 
Cut bands Gnaw 
Great, Unstuck 

Fuck,I got my dentist in a rot 

Gottta bite Gold Chains 
Out of luck

Like a rat 
Turning back 
When the pesticides hitting me like a bat 

Out the park 
Writing bars, No way that I’m in it I’m better sending my regards 

The way I sit; Like my seats electric 
I’m a a Best Buy filling my cart up with anything that’s rejected 
Never cold feet, when the shames on repeat
I got entropy added
ad there No benefit 
at peace so breathe

When Your Son Is Venison

Lyrucs:

Cart filled loud to the brim 
Back bent from the weight 
Feel the silence like a brick to the head 

Stay sickle like a spine on trial 
When I’m Giles Old Corey keep it silent 
No fentanyl 

40 rocks, More weight, I’m might vomit 
Call me monetary gain, im a prophet
Save face, No shame, No stopping, No capping 
My retina, blank 
Stay blocking up 

Swing wide, go side 
Never age, Soul side 
Rewind, Benjamin 
Overtime, Dolls eye

Could vision, No flash 
But I’m full blind 
Overclock shifting No crash And I’m all fine 

Cart filled loud to the brim 
Back bent from the weight 
Feel the silence like a trail of a witch 
Shit 

Feel lost 
Crow pack, Have my teeth picked 
Let em come back with the tides and I’m sea sick 

If I’m ever losing touch 
I’m out the back 
K.O

Cannot keep on taking shot 
Crack 
Sarajevo

Phantom pains is all I got 
Block 
Bodies in the gutter 
Cup of rot 
Duck thots 
Bye buttercup 

In the background 
Split me like a wing 
Huh 

Manufacture up 
Worship anything 
huh 

Getting dragged down 
Went in that thing 
Black hole 
Succ
Turn into a coiled up spring 

Go
Red light 
I’ll intersect that spot 

Call me six 
How I’m sensing the plot

The Heat From The Sun Is No

written / performed by @blckbrds
produced by @aragoth_die
engineered by @tumaggz

MATRYOSHKA

written / performed by @blckbrds x @dubich
produced by @zyllerbeats
engineered by @tumaggz x dubich

FEAR OF WHO?

FEAR OF WHO? w/ Dubich

A THREAD OF LIGHT

TWENTYTHREE, Istasha - THE REST WILL FOLLOW

BurnForEternity (prod. Aragoth x EstheticGloom)

(Gash, stop cutting…)

Bitch I got this shit on lock
Still got family smoking rocks
I put rappers in a box
I’m sending nails in through the top
Hoes be hoping Holly drop
Like they wanna clone my cock
Stitching dildos into rot
Trynna ride the wave I caught

They go fa la la la la
As I run em through the saw
Bitch I only break the law
Breaking blunts and breaking jaws
Hope they plotting on my fall
Boy it’s fuck em all, we ball
Off a tab I’m 8 feet tall
Hieroglyphics on my walls

Bitch I grew up with them robbers
No knocking when we came
Hoe I’ll pull up to your mamas
And light that bitch aflame
Raised by snakes I’m like a mamba
There’s venom in my fangs
Drip untamed, blow my brains
Straining chunks into the drain

Bitch I got this shit on lock
Still got family smoking rocks
I put rappers in a box
I’m sending nails in through the top
Hoes be hoping Holly drop
Like they wanna clone my cock
Stitching dildos into rot
Trynna ride the wave I caught

They go fa la la la la
As I run em through the saw
Bitch I only break the law
Breaking blunts and breaking jaws
Hope they plotting on my fall
Boy it’s fuck em all, we ball
Off a tab I’m 8 feet tall
Hieroglyphics on my walls

Y’all don’t get no money
So I know you boys just hating
Till I line they asses up
Wetting shirts up on the pavement
Bitch I fly to your hood
Just to have a damn vacation
Trynna act all fucking hard
Aye lil g I’m really Satan

Pull out their organs and put em on hooks
Wearing my skin, they ain’t stealing my looks
I give nothing to no one, I sit here with kush
Holly burning apartments, got souls that I took
I was raised by a felon, I’ll end up a crook
Hope my pops feeling proud when he see me get booked
I been talking bout shows, not a shiv leave em shook
On a slab, in a lab, on their back, getting cooked

Bitch I send em to the garden, I ain’t ever talking Eden
Got a sawed off in my trunk and ima leave em all in pieces
Holly throw em in the dirt and they get covered up with feces
My disorder, y’all have seen it, got me sorting out a meaning
For my mental when I’m fiending, as a kid I took a beating
Now I’m older with a beam and I would rather keep it steaming
Got a team and I ain’t leading, I can’t keep out all the demons
In my brain I hear the screaming, trynna write out what I’m dreaming

Bitch I got this shit on lock
Still got family smoking rocks
I put rappers in a box
I’m sending nails in through the top
Hoes be hoping Holly drop
Like they wanna clone my cock
Stitching dildos into rot
Trynna ride the wave I caught

They go fa la la la la
As I run em through the saw
Bitch I only break the law
Breaking blunts and breaking jaws
Hope they plotting on my fall
Boy it’s fuck em all, we ball
Off a tab I’m 8 feet tall
Hieroglyphics on my walls

ROCKS (Prod. GA$H A$HEN)

prod. @aragoth_die
written / performed by @gullyspit & @blckbrds
engineered by Gullyspit & @tumaggz

FISHRIB

prod. by triple murder beatz, zaki ali & 4ria

lyrics
The truth will destroy you 
What’s love, if not loyal?
What lust, if you’re spoiled? 
What’s struggle, if plush?
Abused and recoiled 
Refuse to be foiled 
By fools and some voyeurs 
By lovers and runts 
Suffer through ploys 
On the hunt for new joy 
You know nothing new, boy 
I don’t fuck with you cunts 
Troubled, I juggle these cartons of drugs 
To sharpen my heart
and to harvest new love 

Break bread with my demons every season
I’ve been contemplating leaving 
I could never my mind up 
Towards the terror staring at me, my eyes shut 
Tortured by lovers with lust that comprised of
New clutches, up and under,  fucking my pride up
Another counterfeit bitch I got tied up with 
Can’t encounter this shit without vile luck 
Times up, fuck it 
Let me rise up 
If word is bond 
Then I’ll tie these flows tight like a rope
I’m on a host of pills 
Like I’m just supposed to feel calm 
You know the deal 
All the shit I ever wrotes too real 
Switching rhythms 
Killing hopes, revealing my inhibitions may evoke appeal 
Living like I’m just a ghost, I chill
Bitch, I’m grown, I feel  
Down to be goat 
Ideally don’t ever choke 
Compose flows to cope and heal 
4 beats in a bar, 4 chambers in a heart 
4 days, no sleep 
I was dreaming of the stars 
Troubled days, I was drained 
It was raining in my heart 
No restraint from carving another scar 
Switchblades, an inch away to inflict pain 
Shades in the dark, I can’t ever think straight
When the pain sparks
The sick traits of my heart thats been caged falls to a grim state  
On the fringe of my sin, I’m convinced when I meet ‘em
That they don’t like me, but, I don’t like me either 
No time to spite or greet ‘em
Might as well fight the feeling 
Take flight and leave them because I don’t like to see ‘em
Hope I never need ‘em again 

The truth will destroy you 
What’s love, if not loyal?
What lust, if you’re spoiled? 
What’s struggle, if plush?
Abused and recoiled 
Refuse to be foiled 
By fools and some voyeurs 
By lovers and runts 
Suffer through ploys 
On the hunt for new joy 
You know nothing new, boy 
I don’t fuck with you cunts 
Troubled, I juggle these cartons of drugs 
To sharpen my heart
and to harvest new love (x2)

(I can’t let it go, I can’t let it go, I can’t let it go)

I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 
I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 
She’s already gone
She’s already gone
She’s already gone 
She’s already gone 
I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 

44 MB OF TRAUMA

Still Cold / Pathway Private

I DONT BELONG HERE

the notorious big - suicidal thoughts(izzamuzzic unofficial remix)

the notorious big X 2pac - runnin'(izzamuzzic unofficial remix)

Music Video: https://youtu.be/bmqwyWYDK3Y

Beat by @arthur-minasyan
Remixed by @tupacthugtheory

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2Pac - Homeboyz (Tupac Thug Theory Remix)

2Pac - Fear Nothing (ft. Ice Cube)2017

An older track i remade and re mixed for the time being as i can't record very frequently anymore. 

Lyrics_

I Contort

SPOILER SPOILER
Artwork, mix, master and prod by a fucking moron

Lyrics:
Cold cut carbon 
I run in synthetic armor 
Going unapologetic 
Not ready to beg a pardon 
Black Forest 
I’m not in that when I store it 
Like a piss I’m Unimportant 
hmm yes I rather see this gutted 

Cut fold crease
Underwater blanket problem
I don’t want an anchor stay the same out of my endless bottom 

Got blind seams under my sillouhette It seems 
Hypothetic I’m honored, Im on it 

Useless, no buck for my two cents 
Take off straight rot and I’m lucid 
Your shit; Wikipedia of nuisance 
Translate and the page is hitting mood swings 

Bark like any dog 
I never forget but I forgot 
I was in the cover doing my part 
And I could stop 
Demented enter memory box 
So cut to black and I get the bends I got my brain in a bottle suspended 

Fuck 
Now I gotta get it from an altered source 
I can’t afford it 
Fuck 
I don’t wanna give another in to the background noise 
Assorted 
Fuck 
Bath and they cut drops
Drip saliva mouth un-boarded 
Fuck 
Spit it into my mouth and call me crazy
Fuck it up

Useless, no buck for my two cents 
Take off straight rot and I’m lucid 
Your shit; Wikipedia of nuisance 
Translate and the page is hitting mood swings 

Head gone far 
End Tame Mute

Carbon Anchor

Dying Dog (Prod. CXRPSE)

read the lyrics to this song carefully 
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THANKS! <33333333333334333

prod/ https://soundcloud.com/istasha
art/ https://soundcloud.com/lenfantlondon

so i lack the vegetation
and my mental state vacationed
like to see red, see ahead

pull complexion off a home phone
forehead to her little anklebone
she provided from some silicone
actions louder than a megaphone
seeing as speaking on topics and homie was singled & fought it
you see me as a lower, aint that so mythodic.
our purpose is episodic like gin and some fkn tonic
my body bionic.

now they celebrate my lonely life
THIS IS A KNIFE FIGHT
now they celebrate my lovely life
STRAIT FROM THE DEATH'S SCYTH

back off im manic, im simple. i panic.
i freak out when situations all go FRANTIC
manifestation of hurtful with meaning
im far from a feeling. im beneath the ceiling.
im healing.

SHE SEE RED (PROD. ISTASHA)

I see how it is now.
featuring @drear26
produced by @ventingpalace

TWENTYTHREE, Istasha - THE REST WILL FOLLOW

AL3X