Istasha the scrub

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Istasha The Scrub - Swallowing Centipedes

deadbeats

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

Swallowing Centipedes

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Istasha The Scrub - Barbed Wire Braces

this is the shortened, reverbed and clearer version.

Aphex Twin - At The Heart Of It All - Edited

Coil - careful what you wish for

He Has Left Us Alone But Shafts Of Light Sometimes Grace The Corner Of Our Rooms

13 Angels Standing Guard 'Round The Side Of Your Bed

Lyrics:
Caught in breakrooms 
Unofficial excavations 
Digging deep inside the mind to find the problems are fictitious 
Want a part among the victims? 
See your knees get blown to pieces 
Iwo Jima style 
No big surprise 
When pride is up, decrease it 

Fuck is in your patience I would pay to see you waste it 
Like a prostitute with no excuse but reckless evocation 
See the blisters on your conscience 
Catch you neck less and beheaded 
Part from body, spilling nonsense 
Automated off of credit

Running out of steam I'll see you drowning with the fishes 
No supply 
No pressure 
Waste of power Where's the bitches? 
Train your pride to find some fuel to ride tracks and hide your hypocritic eyes Up on your plate 
And dine alright for preaching bugs and crickets 

Sit your ass down Full like: "I get the bag" 
Ain't depressed still run that shit "I get the bag" 
See a freshman lie 
Never ever hit the back 
With your practice, act like trash 

DEPTH STRIDA:
writing about stuff i hate?
ay thats no fucking problem
first thing is that his dad should have used a fucking condom

shit is getting personal
your stuff unaccessible
cause earrape is arrestable
ay strida and istasha
dirty flow like gutter
when you flow u stutter
you a  motherfucker

fuck
come
test me bitch
show me all your stupid hits
i
dont
care bout clicks
i see that you beg for it

trapmetal is a fucking bliss
just influenced by stupid kids
that beefing over stupid shit
like which screams more distorted is
get your fucking shit together
show the scene that you're mature
no one of us will be ever
famous like your favorite rapper

White Noise (w. DEPTH STRIDA)

Lyrics:
One brush in a pipe dream 
Blood rush interface heme
Straight mush on the bright screen 
Blindfold when they push 
Leave em 
Loose like disrupt
Bitches see you handcuffed 

Paint unfolded 
Renaissance
Obey em like a bishop 

Pop drop down 
Like a tablet in a Tesla 
Back of the seat and I see the back of a pedestrian

Rise into veins 
Let it travel like the venom
Had it miles into pain 
Like an addict out to get em 
Gassed into place 
Run a motor on the open home 
And stop when no one notice like im deep inside the catacombs 

Fuck my brain 
I need a pickup 
Traces on my breath I supply I need the bitter 

Drown my strain
I need a pickup 
Traces on my breath I supply I need the bitter

All Outta Oil (with DEPTH STRIDA) [Prod. Istasha]

Lyrics:
I want to see a red light 
No salvage wanted 
Don't want your damage to none 
I'm gone away 
I watch it dead to rights
No way out 

Black tar play doe
Tarmac pavement
Part time hobo 
In place on nostromo

Slipping down the step stone 
Partial as your statements 
Faceless septum 
On charcoal angels 

Strip it down to bones 
In pride 
Inside just like silent tone 
No ring 
But strain 
Never pluck 
No Hertz 
Just stuck mane 
Inside of duct tape 

Flogging horses twisting silent 
Trial torsion 
Instinct 
Honest 
Always stick inside them 
Wall of 
Post it mortem

Sleep inside a chapel 
Run and hide when bitches get got 
The Taste of terpentine and mercury is distant 
And knots are tied on dreary arms 
No battieres to carry on 
Imbalance in material 
Severe is when they fuck it up 

I dont recognize 
Turn away all deciet or signs

RLD [Prod. Istasha]

Lyrics:
All I see is shit when you scribble on your wish-list
End it, two faced 
Trade place and i dismiss

Focus on your fable like your Bigby 
Fuck an addition there’s no brigade out when you dig deep 

Gripping it like a shoelace 
That I've untied 
I’ve been running 
I’ve been impatient 
I’ve been unmodified

Painted the forks that I’ve been now split off from on the outside I got to brush it up let it come i cover up another time 

Switch over 
Nat Geo; Gone wild 
Taste like cave 
No way out 
I’m gone 
Dry

Pep talk 
Abysmal 
I’m sick 
Pepto bismol 
Doctor rinse out the gridlock 

Twelve commas in my schock
And they all dark 
Tell the lights off imma switch it and they all spark 
Run a service on my line and my now rays talk 
When the blind spots lock 
I’m erased doc 

Paint a picture, leave a frame like roger rabbit 
I’ll bounce the que to drop out of line 
Fuck holding habits 

Hunters mark 
Stuck in routine
Lights a post
Enter a dream 
Like I could fuck with a doll 
Left in a blindfold

All I see is shit when you scribble on your wish-list
End it, two faced 
Trade place and i dismiss

Focus on your fable like your Bigby 
Fuck an addition there’s no brigade out when you dig deep

Hhhehehe (Laughing Lizard)

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

A Guide for Beginners: The Voice of Silver / a Guide for Finishers: a Hair of Gold

At the Heart of It All

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Istasha The Scrub - Barbed Wire Braces

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