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NIGHTCRAWLER! (prod. roma jonson)

JUDGEMENT DAY

DownWxlf X ROMA JONSON - JUDGEMENT DAY | Prod. ROMA JONSON

Stream: https://hypeddit.com/nikkoistasha/fullbody
@istasha

Lyrics:

[NIKKO]
All I need is one shotta
One shotta
Boy, I’m taking one shot 
And I could pop up leave your partner dead
Stick like a broom moppa
Turn to pasta any bastards head
Heard it go boom blaka
Light your block up 
Oughta stay in bed

Feels like the moons talking to me 
Moon walking to this bread 
Not in the mood for no fuckin swoon, chicken headed bitches trynna say they got no bodies 
I doubt it 
Everybody heard of me baby and they know bout my body 
I’m bout it 
Like why you barkin out a V ?
If you ain’t pussy hop out it
I been waiting for a reason to get real fucking violent 
I’m worldwide up now 
In the sky just like God 
I said anybody steppin to it is a fade 
Fuck it rip the head off him 
Cut the legs off him 
Leave him dead 
I heard you fed 
Watch me put a red dot up on your brain 
I’m using lead 
This is not a bread crumb this is a stain 
We not the same 
You the type to act tough I really swing

On-on-one shotta, one shotta 
Boy, I’m taking one shot 
And I could pop up leave your partner dead
Stick like a broom moppa
Turn to pasta any bastards head
Heard it go boom blaka
Light your block up 
Oughta stay in bed

[ Istasha ]
Look at you 
Acting up 
Focus your energy on the rot 
Going down 
I’m Decayed 
No sleep 
On repeat what i main 
Grey 
Look at you 
Acting up 
Focus your energy on the rot
Better off ending my days Independent
Then bending to pressure with teeth 
Don’t blink 
Shut shut 
Optics 
Cut out like weeds 
I Carve em out 
Got tech 
No strings
Duck duck 
Shots down 
No wings I keep on falling out
Everything I take 
Outside my means
Sever the veins
I got my hands they feed 
Cover the pale light 
I’m up 
Taking the weight off my nog 
Now could you let my hand

[NIKKO]
Step out and get collected like it’s Pokémon 
You really dead where you stand if you owe me sum
And if this blade hit his face then his vest mean nothin 
I got a full body tec with a percussion drum 
Give you concussion son 
I bet this blast will make him cough all his cash up 
Always need a lil band in my pocket 
Watchin need to stop it 
Hundred grand on the dotted 
Sign it for me to walk in 
They like damn NIKKO poppin and locking the way he cock it 
Do a dance when he caught it 
Wobble and then he drop dead

FULL BODY

FULL BODY ft. Istasha (prod. Kiraw)

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Didnt have any artwork ready because im a bitch

Lyrics:
Probe a madcap 
Rip a spleen out his back in terror 
Off the knapsack 
Cuffed and block a tracking error 

Spinal tap 
Seed Hive 
And never drop in mind 
Track it down into locust supply 
Leaf in my coffin, I come to never 
In the back in my cabinet; cover
Creeping out the back of whatever 
Seen never tread on the path of the pathogenic 
To recognize 
Split the back 
Apply the magic target scripture 
Stuck it like a leech I deprive 
Can't adjust to times 
I precipitate out the surveillance 
Hit you in the side 
All the broke down bones 
Need that calcium 
Asking if the breed is on decline
Can't adjust to the times 
I precipitate out the surveillance 
Hit you in the side 
Low res Ocs and i blind em 

Drip in the backdrop 
Out up in the cracks 
With the pipe out back 
Perceive me leave with all you lack 
Epicenter of damp 
Deleted 
Losing all your fluid 
Derooted 
And ripped to pieces 
Strained of peace included 

But you back in a deeper vein 
Don't trace it out when they circulate 
You Leave the pride, and its mutilated 
Days like this, they put you out like with the Novocain 

Stuck it like a leech I deprive 
Can't adjust to times 
I precipitate out the surveillance 
Hit you in the side 
All the broke down bones 
Need that calcium 
Asking if the breed is on decline
Can't adjust to the times 
I precipitate out the surveillance 
Hit you in the side 
Low res Ocs and i blind em 

You talk bout rats in your path and proceed to leave with all the pesticides 
To sharpen your teeth Isn't needed leave them peeling off

Mechanical bull like antennas 
Syringes are probing 
Invasion of privacy 
I Will see odessyes silently open lobotomies
All there's is suddenly out of me 

Raid on my shades 
Enter my plane 
Speak on my name and offend a mane 
Cynical aid 
Enter my plane 
Still carry the grain in my pelicane

Tokyo Lights [Prod. Istasha]

Production, mix and master by me
Feature from @mugetsu117
Lyrics:
[Istasha]
I discard a rat, get em fucking back 
Im a slave to karma, get me off of that.

[Mugxtsu]
Strait in the face of the fucker.
Damn me if I'm wrong I'm sorry.
Strait in the face of the fucker.
Damn me if I'm wrong I'm sorry.

[Istasha]
Cover my credit with broken bills I wish you pay me off 
Complain the remaining, I maim the savings under coveralls 
My legs in the back of the vault 
Runnin on mills they’re treading bricks over buildings hoping they fall out

[Mugxtsu]
Send me back, get me out. Ask the fuck about.
Motherfucking listen to me when I tell you to be there.
Hey stop, hands up, drop you fucking hand gun.
I don't wanna be the one who get the fucking head shot.

[Istasha]
Move out the back of my channel, I route it til the drywall is dry as a dialed plug that supplied it with no fucks 
Serviced as I tap into firewalls, end up pleasing the customers. 
Interactions still fake, scroll files for em

[Mugxtsu]
Send me out, I will go to own reality.

THE TRAIL RUNS COLD (with MUGXTSU)

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)

Istasha The Scrub

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