Istasha The Scrub

Paul is Gone

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

COVER ART: https://www.instagram.com/lenfant_/

DEPTH STRIDA - ETERNAL SINNER [PROD. DEADMEMXRY]

VOCALS @FUCKSAILOR
PROD @TIIGRR
ART @FUCKSAILOR

TIIGRR x SAILOR - SHOOT!

MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES

PROD. @k_ai_se_r
MIX/MASTER @k_ai_se_r

[VERSE 1 ; KAISER]
FAKE FRIENDS
MESS WITH SATAN
IM SO BRAINDEAD
NO ARRANGEMENT
WITH YOUR GAY GANG

LOSING FRIENDS, LOSING SENSE
CRAZY THOUGHTS, SO INTENSE
CAN NOT SEE THROUGH THE FENCE
LET ME DO THE DEVILS DANCE

GET OUT OF MY BRAIN
IM IN SO MUCH PAIN
SOON I'LL FUCKING FAINT
IM THE DEVILS SAINT WITHOUT MORALITY
CLOSED MOUTH LIKE BUMBLEBEE
MY GANG - BRUTALITY
SIPPING ON THE HENNESSY

[VERSE 2 ; STRIDA]
CATCH ME IN THE FOREST WHILE ITS RAINING BITCH IM
LYING DYING NEARLY CRYING GOT A KNIFE STUCK IN MY THIGH
WE DA SPECIAL FORCES AK 47 NO REMORSE
IMMA SLAY THE ENEMIES ILL SHOOT UNTIL THE FUCKING BLEED
HIT EM WITH THE RECIPE OF DEVILGENE AND ROB THEIR POOR ASS FAMILY
I JUST WANT A PENTHOUSE IN MIAMI NO FRIENDS NEEDED MONEY SEEDED
IN MY CEILING HIDE MY EGO IN A BOTTLE FULL OF ALCOHOL
DOUBT THAT KAISER IS A BIG MISCALL

MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES

MERCENARIES'S MIND - KAISER & DEPTH STRIDA [PROD. KAISER]

MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES

PROD. @k_ai_se_r
MIX/MASTER @istasha

[VERSE 1; ISTASHA]

GRIPPING LIKE YOU EVER GOT TO CHOOSE 
STRAP IT ROUND YOUR NECK AND WEAR IT TIGHT LIKE A NOOSE

SEE THE ROPE IS CRACKING 
CYAN NOW THE TINT ON YOUR HANDS
VESSELS BRIGHTER NOW 
STRAINING ON YOUR NECK JUST LIKE THE YOGA PANTS

SEE YOU REACHING 
NOW YOU'RE TAPPING WITH YOUR BOOTS
FUXKED BACK TO THE START 
SUCKING AT YOU OLD DRIED OUT ROOTS

CARRIED ON YOUR BACK 
WHAT YOU PACKING BUT THE REST OF CAST?
SHITSHOWS ENDING FAST 

YOUR BOUT TO CLOSE 
YOUR BOUT TO END 
YOUR BOUT TO BURY YOURSELF IN YOUR SHADE

ONLY TUNE I EVER CATCH YOU HUMMING NOW
RUSTY BREATH AND NASEAOUS SOUND
BRINK OF BUSTING OUT THE SHROUD 
UNDERGROUND 

HIT ME HARDER THAN SOME ANASTHETICS
I'M THAT FIRE STARTER WITH THE PYROTECHNICS 
BITCH YOU BOUT TO GET IT

AND NOW YOUR BLAMING SOMEONE ELSE 
I CAN'T PLAY 
FACE STAINED 
COPIED AND PASTED ONTO MY GRAVE

[VERSE 2; STRIDA]

I BEEN TORTURED ALL MY LIFE
GOING THROUGH IT IN DISGUISE
WEARING MASKS JUST TO FORGET HOW PEOPLE REACT TO MY FACE
WHAT A SHAME YOU ARE TO LATE
YOU MADE TO WHAT I AM

FUCKING DISGRACE
I NEED A PLACE
CATCH THE CASE
ESCAPE THE CHASE 
EMBRACE THE PHASE 
OF MY MINDSTATE
I BEEN  STUCK HERE IN THIS PLACE
THOUGHT OVER THOUGHT AND THEY ALL WANNA BE MY FRIENDS
COUGH AFTER COUGH I HEAR VOICES SCRATCHING AT MY FENCE

I GOT SO MUCH LEFT TO SAY BUT WALLS REFLECTING MY MISTAKES
SO I REMAIN IN SILENT LEAVE YOU BLINDED FROM THE DEVIL GENE
TAKE A LETTER TAKE A PEN AND WRITE THE MESSAGE WITH BAREHANDS 
I AM  FREEZING START BELIEVING NOTHING IS JUST LIKE IT SEEMS 
AND I THINK ALL THAT STARTED IN MY HEAD
FUCK I NEED ALOT OF REST

MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES MERCENARIES

GHOSTSIDE GENOCIDE FT. ISTASHA THE SCRUB [PROD. KAISER]

زه هرڅه ماتوم،
زما ډک خپل دماغ کې دننه کړئ
زه ستا د انا له خوا خفه شوی یم
هرڅوک یو شان دي
خوني رنګونه
نازک رګونه
زه نه غواړم د تیورۍ پواسطه
زما ګوتې ستا مخ ته ماته کړه
ما په هیڅکله په لومړي ځای کې نده ورکړې
وګورئ ډیمین ډمی
ایا نه فکر کوئ چې دا شیان مجازات دي؟
دا پلار او مور مور ته ورسیږئ
اما د دوی په بدن باندی حق دی
یو بل ځوړنده سوری
په دې ایم ایف کې
په ورو ورو احساسات ډیر سخت فشار لري
کله چې زه دا له لاسه ورکوم نو اډوکی یې مینه کوله

زه غواړم ټوټه ټوټه کړم     

https://open.spotify.com/artist/48HATvpVlBbwZN1qs15w7a

Mental Breakdown (Prod. Deaf)

prod. @pxlse
mix/master @istasha (special thanks)

LYRICS

STRIDA ON A MISSION
I GOT FUCKED UP FROM PRESCRIPTIONS
I DONT WANT A BITCH TO LISTEN
WHEN IM TALKING BOUT MY PROBLEMS
MY MIND FUCKED I GOT OBNOXIOUS
I SEE COLORS LIKE BOB ROSS DID
TEST SUBJECT I FEEL SO TOXIC
DIAGNOSTIC ALCOHOLIC

I DONT KNOW IF IM IRONIC
FUCK THAT SHIT LETS SWITCH THE TOPIC
THIS WORLD GOT ME MISANTROPHIC ITS THAT
MERCENARIES GENOCIDE
ENDLESS DEATH LIKE COLUMBINE
CYBORG CALL ME FUCKING BRYAN
BROKEN MENTAL FRANKENSTEIN
BODYS DROPPING TO THE GROUND

GUN NOISES THIRTY ROUNDS
MOUNTED ON A HELL HOUND
WHAT IS UP YOU FUCKING CLOWN
STRIDA WEAR THAT THORN CROWN
SITTING ON A BLOOD THRONE
UNDEAD TROOPERS INBOUND
FIGHT THE LIVING
MAKE EM DROWN
AND THIS TO A BATTLEGROUND

THIRTY ROUNDS [PROD. PULSE]

In honor of spooky season FT. DEPTH STRIDA

dead.
whole production @deadmemxry
https://soundcloud.com/deadmemxry/voices-in-my-head-golosa-v-golove-zar-x-wxlf?in=deadmemxry/sets/phobophobia

art by : https://instagram.com/lenfant_?utm_source=ig_profile_share&igshid=1n14m2t77mjin

LYRICS :

[PART I]
I WILL BREAK SHIT/
IF THE DEMONS ARE NOT QUIET
BREAK ME DOWN BITCH, I'M SO TIRED/
SATAN BOUGHT MY SOUL FOR A GOOD PRICE/
WHEN I WILL DIE/

[PART II]
I TAKE MY MACHETE AND KIDNAP YOU IN TO MY TRIBE/
A HEAD ON THE CROSS LET ME FEEL LIKE ITS CHRISTMAS TIME/
NO SENSE TO DISCUSS THE SANDGLASS SHOWS IT´S THE END OF YOUR LIFE/
MY MIND IS FULL OF ROTTEN DEMONS WHICH WONT STOP TO TERRORIZE/
STOP TO TERRORIZE/
BITCH THEY STUCK IN MY MIND/
DARLING LOOK LIKE YOU WANT TO BE SACRIFICED/
DRIPPING BODIES SHINING IN THE CANDLELIGHT/
I WISH THEY STOP TO TERRORIZE/

VOCALS FOR FLIP 140BPM

TERRORIZE (PROD. DEADMEMXRY)

mv: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1UgBM8pHZZdAU36pct12usP_DtVuo-T8J/view

EXILE (PROD. YETI)

/ with / https://soundcloud.com/cxnsume /
~ https://soundcloud.com/kazan_is_dead_and_gone ~ 
~ https://soundcloud.com/kazan_is_dead_and_gone ~ 
~ https://soundcloud.com/kazan_is_dead_and_gone ~

Swanki + CONSUME ~ KΛZΛNISDΞΛD DRUMKIT CHΛLLΞNGΞ (❤WIN❤)

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]

Fuel to the fire! 

@auxxking
@nastiitaxi
@jaealaska

F.T.T.F (Feat. Auxxk, Na$tii, Jae Alaska) Prod. Na$tii

I think I lost control 
I’m at the bottom 
I feel so rotten
I’m at the bottom

I think I lost control
I’m at the bottom
I feel so rotten
And now I hit the bottom
Yeah I hit the bottom
Hit the bottom
Hit the bottom
I think I lost control

I never wanna go back to where I were
Even if it means that I’m stuck in blur
And I rather live in pain than living with you love
for the rest of my days
cuz it’s less fucking hurt
I think it’s time
That I get you off my mind
And leave them memories to die
I think it’s time
To wipe the blood from my eyes
I feel so lost
You were a part on me and now you’re gone

I think I lost control 
I’m at the bottom 
I feel so rotten
I’m at the bottom

I think I lost control
I’m at the bottom
I feel so rotten
And now I hit the bottom
Yeah I hit the bottom
Hit the bottom
Hit the bottom
I think I lost control

I hear your promises ringing through my head
Falling deeper into nothingness
Sometimes I think I would be better off dead

I think I lost control 
I’m at the bottom 
I feel so rotten
I’m at the bottom

I think I lost control
I’m at the bottom
I feel so rotten
And now I hit the bottom
Yeah I hit the bottom
Hit the bottom
Hit the bottom
I think I lost control

OCEAN FLOOR CXMXTXSE (PROD.BORN HERO)

Mixed by  https://soundcloud.com/ele666 
LYRICS:
I´ve been thinking bout this shit for awhile now girl
know u prolly touching hands with the sky now love
Im just wishing things where different n I could fly right by 
I just feel that Im too Young to fucking die right now
X2
(Fuck this damn world
suicide die young)

I know u felt so lonley 
I didn’t do a damn thing
Tryna get the pain to numb
By carving at ur skin
I remember when you told me you can’t take it anymore
 I ran over to your house and put my foot right through the door
I remember all the pills and you there laying on the floor
I saw the letter and the pen but you hadn’t written anything
How the fuck you gonna leave me without saying a damn thing 

I´ve been thinking bout this shit for awhile now girl
know u prolly touching hands with the sky now love
Im just wishing things where different n I could fly right by 
I just feel that Im too Young to fucking die right now
X2
(Fuck this damn world
suicide die young)

I just remember me falling down feeling so numb
Phoned the paramedics and they didn’t do shit
Told me you were long long gone and walked off
I’m still calling you to hear you say leave it at the tone
Standing by your grave just to cry into my phone
I miss your voice

ANXTHER DAY (PROD.TUNDRA)

Something different.

@blckk
@wendigowendigo

ROAD RAGE ANTHEM

ROAD RAGE ANTHEM FT. BLCKK [PROD. WENDIGO]

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]

Istasha The Scrub