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Istasha/Warlord/Depth Strida/8corpses

Istasha The Scrub

Lyrics:

Blacked out 
blank
dead nights out of function
tagged out chasing my hologram hella anxious
death disguised every night counting damn sheep
out of vice sounding like screeches
not a banshee

she a bad one
tango with her aim
gon erode, cut the rope but it stainless
like a flat tire, running on a frame
paint the walls til theyre facts, im a slave


i take a dig i take a second
wasted shift inadequate days i need a decade
i take a fix but it defective
just a whiff, hurting my sense i need a severance

heavenly ever since i reset
i could power up
elevate like amphetamines
i dont mix it up
pedigree
got that waste i could wither i need the kerosene quickly
light up the house but its dripping
call my supply the pacific, you see its vacant

Blacked out 
blank
dead nights out of function
tagged out chasing my hologram hella anxious
death disguised every night counting damn sheep
out of vice sounding like screeches
not a banshee

she a bad one
tango with her aim
gon erode, cut the rope but it stainless
like a flat tire, running on a frame
paint the walls til theyre facts, im a slave

Bungo Worm Dance Party [Prod. Istasha]

Lyrics:

Under trees i could lay 
No shade 
I feel like Apollo But i feel no Pain 
Prolly im a dummy, No mannequinn 
But i cannot  shift anything 
On the minute I could change my Name 

No
Witch that could phase my brain 
Back with the shakels strapped, Untamed 

All up in the cut Like it’s bad blood 
Buds are bad crop 
Brain rot, Like I got bad Strain

Ghost 
Leave the scene 
Go burrow down in debris 
No control 
No receipt 
No buy back 
Drift with the leaves 
In my hell 
Forty feet 
No cover deep under sea
Never sleep
Leave my face 
Live in my space I paint opaque

Ice cold, Bitten like revved up pit bull 
I go hidden, Like a Debt never payed full 
Hollowed face stay marked no Sigil 
I could play my part  no vigil
Hooked up Taken by the breath like a dead bug 
With the baggage I’m a vet On the red rug 
Hall of fame lay tame 
Residual 
Sever connections 
Affection
Forget em all

Squishy Caterpillars Riding On Bullets [Prod. Istasha]

Darwin's House Of Second Chances

bb No BooBoo

Captions Are Automatically Generated

https://soundcloud.com/yungsuijin

(Lyrics)

I was Devilish child from the get go
Dont fuck with no retro
Changing like a gecko
The bread co’s a hoe
And i fuck her real slow
Better come thru the door with some dough
Or i put em on the road hoe freeze in the cold

Hear the crows sing
As i run thru the corn rows
Wit a broken wing as the wind blows
Fuckin with a king you should know my homies noble



Moving around i dont know where im bound
Got that frown on my face when im not on a cloud
The drugs and the money thats what im about
You know nothing baut me put me in the ground

layin in the grass blacked out now
Homies doin dabs in the background
Three feet of water go down ima drown
Cliff jumping outta bounds gotta bounce
Smoke an ounce creep back into my house


 My squad gon be rich one day
In the grave where i lay 
Skies gray to the dirt that i pray
Bitches play all day
Hit me like a ak
Smoked out in the alleway im on my way 
Ill be coming up u think u better ok
I own this game u gotta obey
When you listen to me put that hoe on replay
Look at my face bitch i swear im depraved

Lookin in the mirror thinkin who am i
I just wanna die, Family goodbye
On a note by my thigh be my alibi 
Leave em notified
Why i did it i aint cry
No more pour me up another 4
Drunk asf on tha beach shore
Never like this before but fosho ill come back for more
Fuck a hoe my heart 30 below bitches names on my folio

I died last night
Whats right?
I died didnt see a light 


Genesis (Prod. $uijin)

Prod by Somber
Visuals by Somber

Lyrics:

Walk into my dead body laying on the ground
Walk into the shed shawdy nowhere to be found
Stab me with a bayonet i wont make a sound
Bitches play me like a cassette call me paramount

Fucking sacrifices 
Killing is decisive 
In the ring like im tyson
The riotous like isis
A crisis the price is
The bodies laying lifeless
Mother fuck a primus


I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck

Kill a fucka fright night
Kill a bitch homocide
Fuck the light 
Im alright
Terrified need cyanide
Im Sick of this life
Im sick of this bye
Crucify with the crown real tight
Lullaby as my skin ignite
Horrifed in my eye
Descry as i die
Bitch no reply

From the heights that i've lept
all the night that i've wept
it is time to accept
this is my death

DEAD OPPS (Prod. Somber)

DEATH CLOCK (PROD. SUNDS)

cover by @hxnjv
MIX AND MASTER BY @CANTWIN HE DID A AMAZING JOB
@cantwin, @slen_lb @killebov @snakepitch @fuckapache @fabidhabi @pxlse @sojhi

NOTWINNING x SLEN x KILL EBOLA x SNAKEPITCH x APACHE x FABI DHABI - MORTALITY! [prod. PULSE x SOJHI]

Simon and Richter Belmont are in Smash Bros...
I'm still trying to process it...

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ドラキュラ [Dracula] (SOLD)

PROD YZ

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$NOT - GOSHA

Amazing cover art by @prxpvne
With @depthstrida

Lyrics
[Idiot]
Deep into cracks
Locked up 
Tucked in my laptop 
Breathing is though
Fucked up 
But never stop 

Pack it for my discipline 
Never find it 
I'm missing it 
Leaking into the pond
That the monocytes all are fishing in 

Save it from the draught
Run it down the drain 

Concave placement and crafting it using acid rain 

Cryogenic stains on your bitch
Need to try again 
Never put your wave in a wish
At the vile ends

[Hook]
Blade lines
White Strained eyes
Upgrading in veins
Delayed,
And break time

With the 
Paid smile 
Back into your crypt
Act a master for a while
While reality is script

[DEPTH STRIDA]
Four walls one room 
naked walls we live in doom 
find a way through all this bloom 
This is what we got into 

Test subjects the world suspect so tell me what  you gonna do I feel like I’m in a zoo I am just a fucking tool
Connected through the deep web we store the drugs right where we sleep at 
Mercenaries share a secret bout the catacombs of the depths

Depth strida istasha we gin teach you how   To suffer 
Way too long I been this fucked up my head is my own disaster

Autoinduced Attrition w/ DEPTH STRIDA [Prod. Istasha]

Produced by @istasha
Art by @c3of

[LYRICS]

I'm unstoppable.
You can't put me to the vault.
I'mma train my soul.
I'mma get invincible.
You can try me,
you can find me,
But it won't be enough to stop me.
You can try to put back,
hoping I won't attack.
This like an open bar of your blood.
I pity you, my little friend.
Nobody's fucking with you.
You never felt alive, alive
ALIVE.

2x
Indestructible,
Single-minded like a bull,
You can try to break my pride. 
But it'll only make you cry.
Fire in the sky,
You will die.
When I look at you I see a child
Someone who as no responsibility. 
A fucking looser
A fucking coward.
You say you lost your life,
I say you never had one.
Don't pour that look at me.
You never should have come at the first place.

[ A M V ]

Indestructible [prod. Istasha]

Lyrics:
Tired tracks
Spiral steps
Spinning mind blank
In the bank I forget

Ephasize
Inner Strain
In the back of the brain where they line it with eyes

Get a fucking sense dont need a
Banquet
Anguish
Apparently 
They end up in 
Basket 
Of ashes 

Light another post 
Appear redacted 
in caskets
Aint no point pressed 
Take notes out of guess

Don't trail 
Need sweep
Cover
in it to deep 
Turn black
White dress
All Red 
Blood weep

Seamless as curtain on my vision 
Out of blindfolds 
Stem from a certain dispositions 
Not account for

Strida:
fighting my anxiety
ghosts are passing right through me
splitting off reality
when was the last time i caught some good sleep
i just wanna pull the trigger my brain feel like a disease
always having nightmares cause istasha guides me through my dreams
wide horns 
cleric beast
time has come to serve the feast
blood inherit from diseased

The Blood Ministration Does Not Praise The Sun /w DEPTH STRIDA [Prod. Istasha]

Production, mix and master by me

Lyrics:
Ok that shit no comrade 
So I cut that  off no contact
It’s like a stop in the main plan
Just a stain no Shots in the combat
kay I just hit contact
Link restored I’m forced to comeback uh 
Pretending I’m pinned like a thumbtack 
Ghost and swap my face it’s gone now 

Stay down 
Draw Erase my ranks, replaced out 
Been marked by crosses face blank  
Primitive issues are go!
You ramble the premise to promise imminent wishes 
Then Watch it go and I’m Watching it tank 
Watch heads spinning backwards, no stop 
Ideas in a vacuum, compact 
Repressed in a fabric, still have it, proudest imaginable 

Highest of the crits
Applied it on your wrist
I put that hype in the abyss 
With that face, need a lift 
Still making advances on my ship 
Kraken got his grip 
Pretend to not be losing all that shit when they Control the mission 

Feeling tempur pedic
Youre eating the seed and leaving even
All this indigestion You swallow it like a semen demon
Drown inside your ego Let Comfort in front of care 
You’ve been around the center soleaving just seems inept 

Kay
Acting like a bitch 
I see you 
Get it like a dog tag 
A cadette just get in the front end up meat 
No pincers in ability to pick you at the 
Autopsy
All in the back catch you when you walk up 
Enter you edge like the anthrax 
Counting your text like the mantras 
Chain mail effect like a transplant 
Thinking you're not going to catch up 
Let me the fuck off I can’t stop

THE SLEEPER ORDERED MUTINY, SO MUTINY IT IS

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)

4/8

@oddwin

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HOOK

Bitch I got deadlines to meet
I got places to go, I got people to see boy
No hablas dinero, then hasta la vist-
Like a traffic light nigga I’m running the streets
Got a Glock on my side boy you taking a seat
There’s no contest lil nigga you cannot compete
Monkey D when you talk man hoes love to reach like (x2)

V1

Tony my chopper these bullets I offer
Aim at your antlers you best call a doctor
Yip yip when I’m riding I call for my Oppas
Bad lil bitch she prom and she proper
My skin be glowing I only drink water
Boy I stay cooking my bitch Betty Crocker
Little bitch came from my wood just like sawdust
Say you progressing, your plays at a stalemate
I put up a beat I’m making a sale mate 
Aye how you doin Omar? I’m doin well mate
I put my beef on her grill like a tailgate
I got that Gentlemen’s Jack in my cup And pouring it up mix it with Ginger Ale, mate
Niggas is lagging behind in the game, update your OS, need a mufuckin failsafe

HOOK

V2

Bitch mind yo business, you got too much tea in your kettle
I swear that my life a RPG
PvP on and you niggas can’t get to my level
Materia all on my bezel
I will not stop till I get a bag I cannot settle
COVID-19 boy I’m sick with it, I cannot change for a bitch, I ain’t working at PETCO
Get money mindset, a victory tendency
That’s why my money long, centipede
Your bitch wanna fuck me she sucking my energy
She throw the cat at me, Alinity
I carry the game bitch my back achin’
You say you hot but you capsaicin
Niggas act tough on the timeline aint bout that action IRL you backspacing

Deadlines

Spotify, Apple, etc...

DEADLINES (prod. Oddwin)

Thanks for the title inspiration on Instagram love u

Benny Please Come Pick Me Up

Shitty video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3liiSLlPAg&t=

Come Get Your Omega 3 [Link in Description]

Very temporary artwork!
Track off an upcoming ep dropping august probably hello

Wasp Tongue

OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO -> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Kc0chNg7X4

Ft. bambam  (@lilbambino)
Prod. Khozee (@khozee)
M&M. Lord Gasp

Lyrics:


Mary had a lamb
He was little then grew bigger than a man
Thought he had some friends 
But when something bad happened, nobody was there

Yeah it wasn’t fair
Weight of the world had him pressed a barrel on his temple
Fuck you to the world 
Turned the gun back , shot his lover in the head

Bloody Mary in this bitch, bitch
You can still feel a bit of brain on the lowerlip
Bothered by nothing but just a kiss
Black death’s now the color of his spit

When the mind’s talking like im Dunc Trussels
And the head start steaming like a tea kettle
Just be careful bitch I ain’t no role model
If I spill , fuck that i’m pouring down the whole bottle

I’m a little bit lonely
Hey, I guess you shouldn’t really trust me
Pain is what I like and what I must see
babe i’m tryna read you, you’re a mistery
A demon, would you lead me to the light?


I need me stronger ingredients
I’m finna pop hella beans
I go from seasons to seasons
I want my piece of the pizza  
I wanna pop my skull but I wont
I will sustain this deadweight 

bambam :

Creeping up 
Who do you see 
Lord gasp and bambam plotting on a new scheme 
Comin out another realm 
What do you mean 
Demons high on acid in a carnival is the theme
Madness in your fucking head 
That’s no where to be seen 
Bloody Mary 
Bloody Mary
What a messy looking scene 
She will haunt you in your nightmares 
Freeze you frozen while you dream 
Eating out your insides  
The plague that gives disease 

Told her better swallow 
She don’t understand
Saying that I’m really hard to follow 
Boot her out the door
Cant wait until tomorrow 
Crying saying that I filled her full of sorrow 
What the fuck 
Are you dumb
Catching feelings you won’t eat my taro
I told you once bitch get a move on 
You using up your pussy just for savings like it is a coupon 
Stupid thottie  
Want my body 
You should go and count your losses 
Instead of saying sorry

MUSIC VIDEO

MARY  ft. Bambam  [Prod. Khozee]

THE ALCHEMIST (Prod. RiCh LoSeR)

@alexanderlejai

cover art by twitter @mindofkoto
prod by somber

instagram @sombersuicide @serpentoftheyoung

lyrics: coming soon!

CLONES (FT. ALEXANDER LEJAI)

BRIDGES

collab with my gf https://soundcloud.com/younglullaby for her EP "Pink Noise"

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Better Use That Torch

Istasha The Scrub