Persian ayyyyyy, REZZ persian and half Ukrainian

666 - part 2

GO RUN UP THE HOMMIES SHIT @STEMODITY DP GANG 


FT. @STEMODITY
prod. @ISTASHA

LYRICS:
[stemodity]
crawling my way out of a place that stays veiled,
dripping with blood infused with the feeling of betrayal,
somebody's gotta win at the end of the deal,
turned over to the wolves who give a fuck how you feel,
there's ones who break their bones and scrape skin for their next meal,
we're ones to break phones and complain about chemtrails,
can't wash away the shame like blood on the staircase,
finding life a drag, nobody called it a fair race...

wishin for a ticket to get over the nightmare,
got you rotting in your mind, you turn around and it's right there,
leakin, bleedin, screamin, jumpscared by peripherals,
lil stevie can't seem to get a grip on the meaning of control,
sorry bout the sheets,didn't mean to get the blood soaked,
liquor won't wash away the sin but the floods will,
I don't got no problem finding out the vibes
inside the room im leavin soon to my tomb 'fore the doom ensues...

[BRUXISM]
Take Ls and tell tales, (tails),
I'll take heads,
two face(d) bitches with fake nails, and filler in their lips 
Yeah You talk shit, not gon' drink your flavor aid it's toxic,
Don't you look back, right on sight you'll turn to salt bitch,
Uh oh!
Uh oh!
Who's that? who's said what I say ain't sell?
Blowing up my phone like Ted Kazinski sending mail,
Night flyer, cryptic cryptid mystifter,
You can watch the shadows in your cave all you desire,
Scratching the itch, antihistamine,
Listen see, follow my words like scopolamine,
all you need know is not knowing's enough for me,
Others seek knowledge, acknowledgement,  sympathy,
I just kill in cold blood on some Gacy, Bundy, Dalmer shit, 
I am Bruxism's complete lack of humbleness
When the hunted turns hunter you'll learn the word plunder,
it burns, the church crumbles,
the hunchback of nothing,
So sick, I can barely speak, look into my eyes,
Pollution is online and Digital our time...

Border/Line Ft. Stemodity (prod. Istasha The Scrub)

Produced by: @deademane
vocals by: @istasha

Ninety-Ninety Rule (feat. Istasha)

Lyrics_


Crystal ball im plain
vain
black blood 
youll be the meth to me im bored to fuck

sightseeing necessities
step up in your gut
fantasies like an oracle 
hypochlorite duct

the bleach stains they drip

well take it back t
to burn their ghosts
white lies so cold like snow
no light no wind
tight rope
walk aimlessly on vacant streets no place i call home

taint the waters and go pierce the veil
in black garden of gallows when pet snails invade
youll be the map to my grave when you provide the direction 
i never did know
into fire
youre watching me burn till we starve the supply


hook again nerds

Shedding Aiko

Swallowing Centipedes

Istasha The Scrub - Milkweed

A THREAD OF LIGHT

TWENTYTHREE, Istasha - THE REST WILL FOLLOW

Superfluous since the first day
Hear the carol of the needle cannot wait
Leech an odyssey of ashtrays
Put a saddle on your back I need a break 

One percent to black 
And then you back into the set 
Hear a snapping the second it conjugated 
Lean the fuck in to your high space 
Faded? okay 
Armed up bandit pull your sleeves and trek in missions 
Need a band to make a renegade of vessels set to mitigate 
See the preacher needs some ayahuasca 
Knocking at your bible Book of psalms, a gaol 
Break open a batch up for your recital 
Wear a tie 
Choke and blackout till your 20/20

Doubted sin 
Disease 
Admission; Snort Cocaine for Jesus 
Zip 
Contagious 
Stay affected like an Alcoholics fetus
At the Everglades and knees deep
Rattle brain into a seizure 
What you want?
Take your bitching 
get baptized until your gone

Snort Cocaine For Jesus [Prod. Istasha]

Dodecahedral Clusterfuck

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]

For anyone that catches the cover art reference; I love you a little extra

Lyrics;
Pop it off track; No better 
Stuck in the socket, connecting and not better 
Walking; dragging up with no steppin you're not better 
Talking like corroded AI in synthetic leather embedded 

Pop it off track; No better 
Stuck in the socket, connecting and twist the cylinders 
Ashing the product 
Drip out the bottom and no get up 
70 - 85 - 67 - 75
Fuck em mane 

Doused it like a mannequin 
Dropping it down the bottle 
Bottled up around the acetin  
Marking down the spine 
Cut the marrow off within 
Orifices all with ketamine 
No Cyanocobalamin 
To rush into your dome 

How you take it now? 
When it's back on 
Strip my my mind to find the start button once again 
How you take it now 
When it's stuck: off
Strip my mind to fin the reset then I count again

Pop it off track; No better 
Stuck in the socket, connecting and not better 
Walking; dragging up with no steppin you're not better 
Talking like corroded AI in synthetic leather embedded 

Pop it off track; No better 
Stuck in the socket, connecting and twist the cylinders 
Ashing the product 
Drip out the bottom and no get up 
70 - 85 - 67 - 75
Fuck em mane

Dislocation Code [Prod. Istasha]

I just let people go fuck up my time
No drugs to be taken when I'm on a grind
No seeing me slipping when I'm tryna run
Yeah I'm tryna bolt, you tryna slide
Right under the radar, but I feel the vibes
I pick them right up and I'm speaking my mind
I'm starting a fight with the mirror
I'm by myself starting to stir up 
Like horses, go buck with the lyrics
I write when I'm sipping on syrup
I write when I'm feeling hysteric
I fuck her up into hysterics
I fuck myself up with the powders
Boy walk yourself home, you sound like a coward
You digging your grave but you try to build towers and bridges with flowers
But they just rot when we pour like a shower huh
Suck my piss up off the lino with your fucking lips
Writings on the walls with biro, drawing fucking dicks
Yeah I know I'm looking homeless, and I smell like shit
Hope you know that I don't give a fuck, I rock my fit
I rock my fit like how I wanna, I ain't tryna drip
I rock my fit like how I wanna, I ain't tryna switch 
Lurking round in my birthday suit, looking fucking rude but so fucking good
And I feel morning breeze on my dick, like a lil kiss from mother nature's lips
And she wanting it, but I'm busy bitch
Tryna chase the dragon thru these molly bricks
and xanny sips that got me peaking, shlumping like rollercoaster to my death
Suck my piss up off the lino with your fucking lips
Writings on the walls with biro, drawing fucking dicks
Yeah I know I'm looking homeless, and I smell like shit
Hope you know that I don't give a fuck, I rock my fit
I rock my fit like how I wanna, I ain't tryna drip
I rock my fit like how I wanna, I ain't tryna switch

ROCK MY FIT (prod. CONTI)

No One

No One (prod.urbs)

AMV:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8s66rCkKcM

PROD. @jordandf
MIX/MASTER @spyce-sakryn
ART @BLUEHBEARZ

[LYRICS]

shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam gimme yay
shimmy shimmy ya titty broads gimme brain
little quick minage ima god ima saint
ye aint know the cost soul is lost to be great

ima... pull up w that moafuckin nine
kinda like an acid tablet itll hit you in yo spine
boy my life is on rewind, hit the button got the time
benjamins up in my bentley yall cant even tell im line

zoooooooom ima get it in my past life
smokin big gorilla glue dont even know the gas price
FUCK YALL, yall could swallow cock ima spaz like
you do every fuckin weekend play the bag pipes BITCH

come and grab my dick
bitch
come and grab my dick
bitch
come and grab my dick 
BULLET HOLES IN YO FACE 
I BE SO COLD WIT

why you why you why you always hatin
why you always jockin on yo bitch and over thankin
why you always gettin over pissed over some franklins?
ima keep it forty ninety fithin till im aimin

SHIMMY ya
495 ima god

shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam gimme yay
shimmy shimmy ya titty broads gimme brain
little quick minage ima god ima saint
ye aint know the cost soul is lost to be great


pretty titty broads oh my god on my john
ima legend ima pimp my bitch is sayin that im not
bitch, i told you im concerned about the mission
you be cryin while u waitin what bitch ima put my dick in
hell nah i aint wit the carin, givin no to fuckin
aint no arguing w me because there isnt no discussion
ima fuck them other bitches if i want it you a puppet
if u aint get me on to comin bitch you is not good for nuttin
bitch im the boss in this bidness, hoe get lost to some physics
jump off of a building, i done lost all my feelings
i done lost on my wages, i done copped out for pennies
pull the glock out a dezzie, watch it pop while u ready

you a CUNT, i know i turned you to the worst
from my cheatin lyin ways but homie i obey my thirst
im just havin fun, livin in a dream
CAUSE THIS REAL LIFE BULLSHIT JUST ISNT WHAT IT SEEMS


SHIMMY 
495 ima god

shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam gimme yay
shimmy shimmy ya titty broads gimme brain
little quick minage ima god ima saint
ye aint know the cost soul is lost to be great

gimmeyay (prod. Jordan)

BACON! feat. GIZMO

Spotify
https://open.spotify.com/track/4P9XAIPfymBK23LABgjgHR?si=85592577585749b0



[Prod.ELE]
ig: bit.ly/38cKuIa
yt: bit.ly/2T9RKAr
artwork: https://www.instagram.com/bezdna.ar/
--------
straight from the underground
everyone listen to my sound
this shit is a battleground
round for round i kill it
i hate fucking hypocrites
77 is the fucking revolution bitch

everything starts in my head
first it begins with the colour red
then it ends with your death 

do what i want 
i  do what i want 
i  do what i want 
i  do what i want (2x)

straight from the underground
everyone listen to my sound
this shit is a battleground
round for round i kill it
i hate fucking hypocrites
77 is the fucking revolution bitch
 
drowned in the blood
i make your gf to my slut
so shut the fuck up
or i let her feel my fucking cock

trust no one 
talk to no one (2x)

do what i want 
i  do what i want 
i  do what i want 
i  do what i want (2x)

Stream on Spotify!

I Do What I Want

[Prod.ELE]
ig: bit.ly/38cKuIa
yt: bit.ly/2T9RKAr
ft. @biv
artwork: www.instagram.com/bezdna.ar/

https://open.spotify.com/track/2ZUeWeiLo9NbWW9njFA8M9?si=Fct7Lm0oS2KHr0Oz8miPPQ

[ELE]
pistol on my hip
no shit
i dont fuck with you
not a little bit
who do you want to mess with? 

pistol on my hip
no shit
i dont fuck with you
not a little bit
who do you want to mess with? 

what do you want from me
big blunts on my balcony 
i dont give a shit i destroy what i see
we all just want to be free 
move in the hood 
dont fuck with my crew
you fucking fool
imma fucking ghoul

[Biv]
I been real forward with the shit,
Tired of the same face, prayin on a bitch,
I don't wanna ice my wrist,
Making sure my fam right and feed my kids,
All bricks flipped,
On some real shit,
Actin like you new fit,
Blue print,
Stuck in roofless,
2 door coupe, but it's worthless,
Suffer for the time, but it's worth it,
Talkin like they workin,
I'm certain they certainly, gettin my purpose,
I can't help the persons,
Only disturbing,
The Peace inside my mind,
Been keeping me hurtin,

Import the portions, split it with the fortune,
Fuckas hang in porches,
Life just distorted,
Actin like importance,
Fuckas abortion,
You fuckas abortion

Thanks so much,
Bitch fucked my shit up,
I think we know who the problem is, yuh
Got what you want, bitch I hope it's enough,
Got what you want, bitch I hope it's enough,

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

Istasha The Scrub

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