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istasha

Istasha The Scrub

sabino

WitchMix#251

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

†††††  DEATH  BY  LUVV  †††††

LYRICS:

GET BACK
THIS LEAD, MY EXCEDERIN
TAKE A BULLIT TO THE HEAD FOR MY BRETHREN 
TAKE MY LIFE AND WHEN I DIE
ILL BE MORE ALIVE THEN I HAVE EVER BEEN 
RUSSIAN ROULETTE, WITH THE KETAMINE
MY BITCH GO FIRST, IM A GENTLEMAN 
TRIGGER IN HAND, NOW SHE TREMBLING 
ROMEO AND JULIET ARE DEAD AGAIN 

I DONT WANNA DIE ALONE 
I DONT WANNA DIE ALONE
I DONT WANNA DIE ALONE
ROMEO AND JULIET ARE DEAD AGAIN 


NEW GLO WHO DIS?
I DONT WANNA DIE ALONE BUT I CAN NEVER TRUST A BITCH 
DISECT MY WRIST , I BEEN STUNTIN SINCE A JIT
ROSE GOLD ON ME
CAUSE A MURDER IN THE PIT
GOT BANDS ON ME, MAKE A KILLING FROM THE LICK 
GOT DRUGS ON ME,  POP A BEAN GET LIT 
GOT SAUCE ON ME, HIT THE JUUG GET RICH 
GANG FULL OF GODS SO I WILL NEVER FUCK WITH SIMPS.

GET BACK
THIS LEAD, MY EXCEDERIN
TAKE A BULLIT TO THE HEAD FOR MY BRETHREN 
TAKE MY LIFE AND WHEN I DIE
ILL BE MORE ALIVE THEN I HAVE EVER BEEN 
RUSSIAN ROULETTE, WITH THE KETAMINE
MY BITCH GO FIRST, IM A GENTLEMAN 
TRIGGER IN HAND, NOW SHE TREMBLING 
ROMEO AND JULIET ARE DEAD AGAIN 

I DONT WANNA DIE ALONE 
I DONT WANNA DIE ALONE


[ P.S.A  DO NOT MIX SUICIDAL THOUGHTS WITH DRUGS ]


ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

soundcloud.com/trashcat420

乂MURDER ME SOFTLY乂 (+ trashcat)

Vlad, The Impaler w/ ITSOKTOCRY ( + trashcat )

BLACKOUT

1-999-RAIN (Feat. Crook & Jake Cooley)

Engineered by: @neversince
Prod by: @elijah_davis78, @jordon-r-lumley & https://soundcloud.com/moiseskings

Lyrics:

Boldface killing it, it comes with no incentive bitch/ leave em bloody bleeding yeah that fear inside you feeling it/ now manifest the shit I do you see it now it's clear to you/ I do this for me so don't think this shit i drop is dear to you/ pitiful i can't even waste my time to think of you/ Pitiful I can't even waste my time to speak on you/ x2/ spit on you only thing I'll do so you'll get ridiculed/ the fuck are you might just get my crows to come and shit on you/ comical all I do is look and laugh at all of you/ that crow life running with it know we with the shits/ I can see the way you looking at us boy you scared as shit/ 

I don't want you to side with me/ you don't reside with me/ matter fact shut your mouth you looking for catastrophe/ hash it out with me/ take a step outside with me/ you don't see it now but boy that flock of crows surrounding you/ sad to say but not so much/ you should tell we're done with you/ 

Find your final resting place now I decide your destiny/ repeat till end

Pitiful (Ft. ZOTiYAC) [Prod. Eliii 3 i's]

Engineered by: https://soundcloud.com/twdutchman

Lyrics:

Heat seeking missile/ I let it go, it come back to me/ laughing at the fact that these fuckers cannot combat with me/ don’t even try to chat with me/ your sabotage is guaranteed/ your girlfriends on her knees and she told me you know Its happening/ it’s funny/ pussy lips keep running/so imma just assume you lil faggots know what’s cumming/ ain’t no holding back on nothing/ all these fuckers so delu-sion-al/ watch the movement how unu-sual/ all the same shit it’s so u-sual/all the same shit it’s so YOU/ Ride that co-sign Till You buzzing/ choke on that dick till you leave it with nothing/ to you bet that’s nothing/ but that’s just the U-sual/ y’all just some morons/ go feed on Oxy’s/ you clearly confused cause this shit I’m dropping is nothin/ y’all loving the fuck shit/ so I’m just gone sit back and watch it / act like I’m stupid proceed with my movement and run it/ stepping on throats of these fuckers to stop all that shit that they spewing and I won’t relieve em/

HARDPOINT [Prod. G A K I]

Lyrics:

See my rooms all I see now, I stare at the ceiling and wonder if there’s any point of competing no bitch not your season, unless you mean autumn that clique steady falling so leave it to me they crawling to I(eye) so I’m planting the (see)d dispersing my clones to get rid of this scene they moving in unison sending my units in writing a eulogy last that they heard of em sip on that drink watch em drop like a cult why he so fucking cold think he made out of snow where to go when you see em and you all alone last thing you see before sending you home
last thing you hear before last breath is gone last thing you feel fore you notice you’re done(X2)

LOOK AT MY EYES SEEMS THEY REALLY CANT TELL I DONT FUCK WITH THEM MAKE EM DISPEL WATCH EM CHOKE ON THE SPIT AND THE SHIT THEY DROP KNOW THIS SHIT REALLY WILL NOT END WELL IM ON THE ROAD TO THE TOP WITH MY FOOT ON YOUR HEAD AND YOU FUCKED IF YOU THINK THAT ILL STOP

Cult [Prod. WYZHU]

ICEE -Like Its Nothing Ft. Jay Johnson, J-iCE

IWannaBitchLikeDillionHarper (prod. Azrael)

ПИ4АЛЬКА - CRYO

lyrics:

Kill you where you standing, I don't think you understand it I cant stand you not gonna take that sitting down okay I'll slam ’em
Body drop like drowning pool he 17 boy stay in school
Aint' gonna make me lose my cool that fan gonna blow right out the blue

I see you, when I see you like a movie trailer preview
But he ain't coming back so don't be waiting for that sequel
Your bones is getting broken like that ex that made you single I reverse your hype entirely and see you in my rear view
I dont care bout if this feed you watch me blade the key like Riku
I'm soaring past you goofies while you Donald Duck for cover call your people get your brother
I'm aiming at yo mother if he think he slick as butter cant believe it grabbed your cousin while they dreaming under covers
Annihilate your lover
I shoot a jumper out the courthouse still gonna beat the buzzer
They never should of let me out
The cage I been in lying down
Exposing all you liars now
For what you really are deep down
Could've been this way before but chose to be this way right now
Could've been on top before but too lazy to go and take trash out
Yea 1k
Keep that shit 1k
Ball hard like 2k
Get yo face
Out my space, erase
Everything you make
Real quick, uh
Black hole yo shit
Attract yo bitch she pull close get sucked in
Damn that twit pic
She follow dick
Slip in slide her DM slip inside her she get wet
Fukkit so tech
Give me lines like he sell tech
Or shoot back like tech-9 divide by 3 right at ya neck
There's words left unsaid
Need a censor like its triple x
I triple up yo debt
Now he doubting if he better dead
I put his ass to bed
Like lil' baby while he wah wah
Cause clearly you upset
Like you verified I send a check that's pointed at yo chest
Whatchu' want wit me
Nigga whatchu' want wit me
This a Kodak moment cause we in here smoking broccoli


Flash bang
White screen
No field of vision
Cant see what you cant hear in the distance
Concussed, your head bust
I scope you like its 1v1 on rust I keep that thang tucked its Fukkit cannot let you up
Flash bang
White screen
No field of vision
Cant see what you cant hear in the distance
Concussed, your head bust
I scope you like its 1v1 on rust I keep that thang tucked its Fukkit cannot let you up

Spotify

6. Flashbang

thanks for 900 tape at 1k

back on my rap shit bitches 

prod https://soundcloud.com/chiveer
mixed by https://soundcloud.com/endoindigo

dat depends prod. chiveer

Un jour, je retrouverai ma vie, tu m'as montré que

Lyrics: 

I don't know what I might do 2x
Run so far they can't find you
I don't know what I might do

I'm breathing for you 4x 

It's up to you,
I don't know what I might do,
Run so far, they won't find you,
I don't know what I might do

We're heading on,
You can't fuck with my thoughts,
Please is all that you taught,
Why the fuck should I talk? 2x

Video

i wrote this for you

Farewell

Part of the Disposal project
Artwork by Papa Sleep @c3of

Lyrics:
Dissected at my side
Sight breaks down
In this shed that's starved of light
End the times 
Im ripped up

Katarakt (Bonus Track)

Best scream in the game @mugetsu117

Lyrics:
MUGXTSU

Crawling in the darkness
Deeper in the fire
Swimming in a pool of blood
Venturing in the forest of the damned

Am I gonna die here
Fuck
Am I gonna lie here forever

This place is worst than hell itself
Just breathing is exhausting has I'm just trying to live
The only thing you can see is yourself getting buried
What am I supposed to do ?
What am I supposed to do ?
I can feel my body burning through these flames.
I can feel my soul getting crushed into pieces.

Crawling in the darkness
Deeper in the fire
Swimming in a pool of blood
Venturing in the forest of the damned

Am I gonna die here  ?
Fuck,
Am I gonna lie here forever.
Am I gonna die here  ?
Fuck,
Am I gonna lie here forever.

Where the fuck am I supposed to go
When your life is destroyed
There's nothing that hold me anywhere

MY SKETCHY ASS
Border line and counting fines
Yet never get a dime
See me get the shorter straw 
But catch your pockets filling up with dollars
Not important 
Bloody garments and you cry in the dark back picking them pockets to get your cut

When the parody's heresy get you buried in Beverly hills
Though your pissing is bringing out the smell of vinegar 
The ringing in my head
The siren banging barley cynical
A buck back quick's epidemic and fucking sick of itching

Got scrubs round my table fold back and no vision
Rattle silver ware i settle back and let you fucking listen
Keep a nice sharp blade in the back of the kitchen
Cellophane to wrap it unpack it
Locate your god hes missing
On the cabinet happens to be your past afflictions
Buried in the mind within your fingers under wrong conditions
I got plenty of rounds i dont need your ammunition
Notified but pleased that you probably gon be fucking this up

Damned to stay inside the nightmare fog FT. MUGXTSU [Prod. Istasha]

I hate myself

Lyrics:
Bootstrapped shit
With a cleaver at my leg
Ought to hit dumb dregs
In the wild for a paycheck

Win it Timmy 
Imma teach a lesson
Would you beg for respect?
Broken tapes dont self eject

Leave it all uncut
Pierce whoevers scuffed
make the post just
Run a stake through your eyes like its neversoft

Panorama round
cant see at all
or would you rather run about a circuit 
shortcut
lack of power 
and youre out.

Disinegration doesnt matter 
youre inactive
cut clean from the racks still talk shit
care yo act and navigate your practice?
its absent
living dirt
running like youre hunted

lose my grip
slide back in 
oiled out gears
may crack my skin

A Short Introduction To The Trashcan; Chapter 1: Bonding with flies

In honor of spooky season FT. DEPTH STRIDA

Vad är det för jävla fitta?


LYRICS:
Begging again 
Not a minute to mend 
All the money you spend 
Like a project or remedy 

Fuckers don't profit the equity 
Making a set out of purchased apologies 
Prompting up the bottom 
With the fraud that's in the bottle
Karma 

It's on your back 
Decorated with a cut
Katana 
Atm on account of the inches I count not the shit you'd be bragging about 

What in the fuck is that going to tell me? 
Running the process again 
Abscess of rot in the skin 
Fuck 
Starting to spread through your brain mane 
Know what you jot 
Kanji or not 

Cash out 
Truck hit by the flash down fucked 
Might paint 
The carcass 
Rush get out
No luck and you'll never see a winner 
All disowned 
You duck and catch the judges crown 
In the county what account could get you pinned 
And get tazed 
As a fucking sentence 
Satan dissed and sent again 
The kraken acting octopenalties 

What you talk about 
Are you ducking out? 
I dont waste a jump now would you come around?
It don't backtrack 
When you fuck it up 
Stellar wrong stack Into orbit Never brought it back 

Alley punk 
Syringes in the system 
Pumping process juices 
You can take a roid 
Get paranoid and still be useless

Fakking skit az

I Write My Letters In Kanji [Prod. Istasha]

Come Over When You're Sober, Pt. 2

Runaway

Broken Smile (My All)

MUSIC VIDEO - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLtQlzkQAgQ

1st half Prod. NEVER SINCE - https://soundcloud.com/neversince
2nd half Prod. MIKZY - https://soundcloud.com/blackthumbnails

Regular [Prod. NEVER SINCE & MIKZY] (MUSIC VIDEO LINK IN DESC.)

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:
Misconceived
Disbelieve
Resonating out of key
Bottom of the pocket It's sodom and you can never leave 
Artisan resting up 
Test the wheels in dirt and mud 
Rusted off them shakels
Your talking inside your catacombs 

Settled chalk
Writing it til your finger grinding on the rock 
Enter the pentagram 
Hack at your benefits 
Efforts? you never said anything; evidence 

And you choke a case
Ok Amazing Set your bitching now aside Inside your cage
And drown in rage and spite you're missing out 

Writhing
Day by day 
Robbed of the walls 
Put you out of the way 
Tainted cell 
No way out 
Ring the bell 
Hanging from the bars 
Won't maintain 
Tainted waste in the well 

Sewer fluid run in ruins 
Agonistic resin 
Chewing 
Institute of fusing 
With arrows Inside yourself intrusive 
All abusive 
Lost of meaning 
Indecisive seas 
No seaming 
Deep inside deceit 
And recive a sight Insufficient 

Eyes are not perceptive 
Keep leaking ethanol 
Regressive 
And Slowly dripping out the Molotov 
Following on the message
But you're focus stays suppressed 
At the number of additions 
Not impressed 
You're Just a fucked up lost boy 
Stuck inside of forced choices

Fresh batch cooking in the oven, might forget it and leave it slightly burned [Prod. Istasha]

Istasha The Scrub