Istasha The Scrub

tsin

Mood

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H@&D $H!T

The Upload

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

Special Death

DEATH CLOCK (PROD. SUNDS)

PROD. @jamesgorczyca1
ART BY: @tan

RUN AROUND THE WHOLE CITY SPRAYING WITH A ROCKER
AY
IMMA STALKER
NEIGHBORHOOD BETTY CROCKER

RUN AROUND YOUR WHOLE STATE LOOKING FOR A DOCTOR
AYE
I NEED 400 MILLIGRAMS FOR MY NAUSEA 

Voices
Always talking I gotta shut em up with
Choices
Should I even spaz about
Whatever your boys did
I been trying to hide the fact I am the noise bitch
Don’t want static
I carry maggots like it’s slipknot 

Tick tock 
Dumb little bitch all on my wrist watch
Bitch stop
I only use her as a dick mop
And slop 
She like the color of my dick ha
Knee drop
My cum sober her up like detox 

Reebok 
We run money higher than knee socks
We flop?
Boy that’s funny you need a leash op
Op niggas be talking phony when my feet drop
Smoke carcinogenic papers until my teeth hot

BETTY_CROCKER!96 (PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA)

cavetown // devil town

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]

feel me


IG and twitter : @bluntedpharaoh

SELF DESTRUCT (Prod. Griesgrammar)

prod. @deadmemxry (vocalist challange entry)
with @istasha
mix/master @istasha (love you)

STRIDA x ISTASHA | DEADMEMXRY VOCALIST CHALLANGE

Produced by Wallis Lane
Co-Produced by SickDrumz

Copyright 2019 COR/TAN Records / Experts Only

SPOTIFY

TRAPPED

converto.io

Boys Will Be Bugs - Cavetown

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]

First Released January 6, 2016 (January 2016)
Produced by Landfill (@xlandfill)

RINJAGO

Hey You There, Try This

First Released March 11, 2016 (March 2016)
Produced by Landfill (@xlandfill)
Track 9 "Pissin Off (ft. $hy)" Produced by Blank Body
Track 11 "I Like Being" Produced by Vittal Flex
Track 12 "Piss On The Kitchen Floor" Produced by The Virus And Antidote

This project was made before the formation/transition into the Anti-World collective

ANTI-WORLD

Not The Same

PRODUCED BY @swvde666
MIXED BY @imjordanjay

TrippyThaKid - ReturnOfTheShrimp (prod. swvde.)

Don't Forget (to Forget Me) - @coaastgxd
Produced by @station666
Engineered, MIxed, and Mastered by Eddy Vocals @ lyrics studio
Photo by @haloblaack

lyrics
Lay me down in a grave all alone,
With the things that I've said and the bones that I broke,
Laying low,
I don't pick up my phone,
I'm coming undone from the hurt I call home,
Lay me down in the dark on my own,
On a bed made of nails and a heart made of stone,
I'll fade away if you let me,
Please don't forget to forget me.

I'm so tired but I can't sleep,
All these nightmares haunting me,
I'm so tired but I can't sleep, 
All these nightmares haunting me

Lay me down in a grave all alone,
With the things that I've said and the bones that I broke,
Laying low,
I don't pick up my phone,
I'm coming undone from the hurt I call home,
Lay me down in the dark on my own,
On a bed made of nails and a heart made of stone,
I'll fade away if you let me,
Please don't forget to forget me.

Don't Forget(to Forget Me)

Don't Forget(to Forget Me) [Prod. Station 666]

Prod @kingwicked

Lyrics:


Emptied my brain let it 
drain inna puddle

Feeding the maggots I walked away stumble 

down to the man with the mind of a puzzle 

Steal all the pieces 
leave you in a muzzle

-

Piece all the parts of my brain back to one 
Now I cannot stop thinkin bout killin fo fun 

All of the people that use me and run 

Bleed out the fake 
in the public 
in sun

—

I dont give a fuck about a mother fucker i dont give a fuck about a mother fuckin soul

Nobody gon ever give a fuck

if i died inside a truck
if i crashed into a pole

(OKAYYY!!)

—

I swear I need to get my life back together

I killed a pig 
ate it’s meat 
Used it’s skin fo sweaters 

I write my raps with
pin point turkey feathers

I dip the bone in blood
write your name down in my killing planners

-

You won’t do
shit!
All you do is talk shit
Mother fucker im still in this bitch!!

On my gizmo shit
Every rapper counterfit 
Till  burning up this oil slick

Better run so quick that i never see you bitch
Im splitting your neck and your wrists

I dont give one fuck who the fuck you think you is

I’ll make sure you never have kids

-

My knife is aiming for your heart

Aint no reset aint no restart

So who the fuck you think you are

You don’t get a chance,

Im rippin body parts

Troll Under The Bridge 2 [Prod. Kingwicked]

PRODUCED : @zcrmadeit

MIXED : @imjordanjay and @zcrmadeit

TrippyThaKid - UH HUH (prod. ZCR)

prod. @riot_angel

@diversa_unit
@txrrxr
@soulm444te

I STARTED THINKING 'BOUT YOU
I STARTED THINKING ABOUT ALL OF THE THINGS WE DO
THIS WAS AN ACCIDENTAL TOUCH.
I STARTED BURNING ALL THE MEMORIES WE DREW
I WISH I NEVER HAD THAT GUN.

SAME NIGHT I STOLE YOUR ENERGY FROM YOU
WHEN I DECIDED THIS WAS DONE

WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT MY BIG MISTAKE COULD BE SO FUN
I HAVE TO HIDE YOU FOR A MONTH.

my life is fading in the background you see,
you wanna walk along this path with me,
you makin faces like you mad at me,
i cannot understand this act baby

started thinking bout ur
touch no it never felt enough
i felt my body giving up
i felt my body lose its trust
i give my sacrifice for love
its like a different kinda drug
blood stains on the rug x2
false promises sound too sweet
i always leave w loose teeth
i stay thinking bout the blood
u stay so driven to abuse me

WE KILLED ANGELA (FEAT. TERROR & SOULM4TE) PROD. RIOT_ANGEL

PROD. @PLURBS @SOJHI @C-O-R-P-S-E

COVERT ART BY WWW.INSTAGRAM.COM/LENFANT_

LYRICS

[VERSE 1]
SNOW WHITE CAMO
BELT FULL AMMO
NEED TOBACCO
I FEEL SHALLOW

RISING BLOODLUST
I FEEL FUCKED UP
ALL THESE TRAUMAS
GOT ME BRAINWASHED

2 STEP ON YOUR CLIQUE
BITCH I AM THE OPPOSITE
NEVER CATCH ME TALKING SHIT
CAUSE I NEVER BEEN A SNITCH

BITCH I GO THAT DRUM
SPRAY IT JUST FOR FUN
AIMING AT YOUR SON
YOU BE LOOKING DUMB

SO I SPRAY THE GAT YOU RUN
NO BITCH IM NOT DONE
I MIGHT START A HUNT
BOUNTY WHAT I WANT AY

I SHOULD GO TO HEAVEN BITCH
CUZ I LET YOUR REMNINISCE
STRIDA FLOW IS IN THIS BITCH
YOU A SNAKE YOU ALWAYS HISS

GO COME AND TRY ME BITCH
I MIGHT ANSWER TO YOUR DISS
WITH A FUCKING FIST INTO YOUR FACE BITCH

[HOOK]

2 STEP ON HIS NECK
BITCH IM BOUTTA BLOW A BAG
2 STACKS BUY A TEC
GOT SOME HOMIES IN QUEBEC
2 CHECKS SPEND EM QUICK, MONEY ALL THAT MATTERS BITCH
NEED 2 OUNCES OF GOOD WEED, SOBER I FEEL HANDICAPPED

[BRIDGE]
I DONT NEED A COPYCAT TO LIKE MY SHIT
MERCENARIES IN THIS BITCH YOU CANT DOUBT IT
YOU DON'T GET NO FEAT SO PLEASE GET OVER IT
I MIGHT 2 STEP ON THIS BITCH

[VERSE 2]

I GOT NO RESPECT
FOR A COPYCAT
FUEL IS STACKED
TO HEAT UP YOUR ASS
CLOWN ASS BITCH
DONT YOU DARE TO TALK TO MY WHOLE CLIQUE

HOLSTER MY GLOCK BITCH
TONIGHT IM CONCIOUS
I FEEL OBNOXIOUS
IM OUT OF OPTIONS

YOU ON SOME FUCKSHIT
YOU ARE ONE DUMB BITCH
BETTER FEEL HUNTED
IM COMING FOR YOUR ASS

2 STEP ON YOUR CLIQUE
BITCH I AM THE OPPOSITE
NEVER CATCH ME TALKING SHIT
CAUSE I NEVER BEEN A SNITCH

[HOOK]

2 STEP ON HIS NECK
BITCH IM BOUTTA BLOW A BAG
2 STACKS BUY A TEC
GOT SOME HOMIES IN QUEBEC
2 CHECKS SPEND EM QUICK, MONEY ALL THAT MATTERS BITCH
NEED 2 OUNCES OF GOOD WEED, SOBER I FEEL HANDICAPPED

TWO STEP

TWO STEP [PROD. PLURBS, SOJHI, CXRPSE]

TEUFEL IS BACK IN TOWN


PROD. @KIRAWTHESAVIOR
ART BY HTTPS://WWW.INSTAGRAM.COM/LENFANT_


LYRICS

WHO WANNA TALK SHIT
YOU DONT RESPECT WHAT I ACCOMPLISHED
BITCHES ALWAYS FRONTIN
YOUR LYRICS NONSENSE
TALKING ABOUT KILLING WITH NO MESSAGE
WHAT A BOMB SIN
FEEL LIKE HUNTING
YOUR CHEST BUMPING

FEEL LIKE IM A CYBORG I WANT BOMBS ON MY WRIST
SO EXPLOSIVES CAN HIT
IM SO DONE WITH YOUR SHIT
I DONT WANT YOU TO LIVE
IN THE ZONE THAT I MISS
BITCH I GOT ALOT OF AMMO AND I GOT SOME AC'S
37MM SEND YOUR ASS TO HADES
FEEL LIKE IM A GOD BITCH NEED TO BE CONCIOUS
BANDITS THEY WANT US
POLICE THEY HUNT US

TRY TO REACH THE UAV I CANNOT GET A SINGLE SIGNAL
I CAN HEAR THEM LAUGHING MAY MY KNIFE NOW END THEIR FUCKING GIGGLE
SHIT MY HANDS FULL OF BLOOD CONTACT KIRAW I FUCKED UP
IM SO LOST WHAT A PLOT MAY THE GODS HELP ME ALOT

WHO WANNA TALK SHIT
YOU DONT RESPECT WHAT I ACCOMPLISHED
BITCHES ALWAYS FRONTIN
YOUR LYRICS NONSENSE
TALKING ABOUT KILLING WITH NO MESSAGE
WHAT A BOMB SIN
FEEL LIKE HUNTING
YOUR CHEST BUMPING

BRYAN FURY SNAKEEDGE
GOTTA LOTTA PAYCHECKS
NIRVANA TAPE DECK
BITCH IM MADE OUF HIGHTECH

EXECUTION HYBRID
BITCH YOU ARE THE SIDEKICK
WHY YOU TRYNA FIGHT WHEN I SMELL YOUR FUCKING FEAR BITCH

TEUFEL IS BACK IN TOWN
HONK HONK YOU FUCKING CLOWN
ONE KICK YOU SHMUCK DROWN
SETBACK TO DEFAULT

TIME FOR THE LAST ROUND
I GOT A LAST ROUND
SPRAY IT IN YOUR BODY
LOSE COMPOUND TO YOUR FUCKED SOUL

WHO WANNA TALK SHIT
YOU DONT RESPECT WHAT I ACCOMPLISHED
BITCHES ALWAYS FRONTIN
YOUR LYRICS NONSENSE
TALKING ABOUT KILLING WITH NO MESSAGE
WHAT A BOMB SIN
FEEL LIKE HUNTING
YOUR CHEST BUMPING

BRYAN FURY

BRYAN FURY [PROD. KIRAW]

Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/the-virus-uk

Featuring: https://soundcloud.com/kruddtheguru

Lyrics: Soon™

WhatDoYouSeeInMe? - Ft. KruddtheGuru

MERCENARIES - EMERGENCY ALERT - MERCENARIES - EMERGENCY ALERT - MERCENARIES

ANOTHER SINGLE OFF "BLACK CASH", COMING NEXT MONTH!

LINEUP:
@MUGETSU117
@DEPTHSTRIDA
@NAVVVI

PRODUCED BY @WASBEATZ [WELCOME TO THE FAMILY]
MIXING BY @NAVVVI
COVERT ART BY @C3OF

LYRICS:
[MUGXTSU]
Call the fkg mercenaries now.
Call the fkg mercenarues right now.

Feel the time that your alright.
Never want, never be alone.
Fredom, this is you only chance.

We are the mercenaries,
Nothing holding back,
Nothing getting slack.

Don't get on our sight.
Motherfucking mercenaries.

[DEPTH STRIDA]
i been waiting too long
stanced up - wu long
big fist king kong
mercenaries drop the best songs

clap on the head
bitch im boutta take your breath
let me snap the whole track
im the best and thats a fact

stop with the bullshit
fuck a cult bitch
i need groupies in my backstage
riding moonlit tesla cockpit
put you back into your cage ay

cool it lose it
ranger outfit
german kid is raging now
playing unreal tournament
with your crew bitch
i feel like im winning now

[NAVVVI]
its a style when it's coming up from boat, maine
im a style, i be biting others, lil grain
you dont need a future when ya homies raise you
everything they lifted up is second to amaze you

MERCINARIES HEAVIER THAN A LAND OF OOO RESIDENT
EVIL PASSION LIKE OUR YELLOW WRINKLED FKN PRESIDENT
TRUMP EVERY OPTION WHEN THEY EARLY AUGMENT 
REALITY THAT ARTISTS SEEM TO REPRESENT.

what the meaning you living?
i dont want money for bidding
settle for everything timid
tell me just what is that sitting?
nothing better, I just promise that's the "me"
every little artist suckin clouted peen

MERCENARIES - EMERGENCY ALERT - MERCENARIES - EMERGENCY ALERT - MERCENARIES

BLACK CASH

TRUCKSTOP

Stream/Buy

[Prod.ELE x Zyrom]
ft @dhaelo
Aww shit here we go again
---------------

[Intro: ELE]
Antisocial, whats thats shit?
I dont need that fucking bitch
Antisocial, whats thats shit?
I dont need that fucking bitch

[Hook: ELE]
Antisocial, whats thats shit?
I dont need that fucking bitch
I'm so high, want to fly
My body feel so light
Antisocial, whats thats shit?
I dont need that fucking bitch
I'm so high, want to fly
My body feel so light
 
[Verse: ELE]
Pass me the pipe, you're not my type
Booty fuck, overdose at the same time
Bro i'm not fine, bro i'm not fine 
But i found that goldmine
Poppin' champagne, with some cocaine 
But thats not good enough
Gimme that sweet mary jane, I'm not insane, 
That shit is good for my brain

[Bridge: ELE]
Poppin' champagne, with some cocaine 
But that's not good enough
Gimme that sweet mary jane, I'm not insane, 
That shit is good for my brain
Antisocial, whats thats shit?
I dont need that fucking bitch
I'm so high, want to fly
My body feel so light

[Hook: ELE]
Antisocial, whats thats shit?
I dont need that fucking bitch
I'm so high, want to fly
My body feel so light
Antisocial, whats thats shit?
I dont need that fucking bitch
I'm so high, want to fly
My body feel so light

[Verse: AVE]
Poppe die Pills so wie Tic Tacs
Digga, ihr Arsch bewegt und es macht Cha Cha 
Urin schmeckt immer noch besser als fucking Lean
Selbst mit 'ne krassere Bitterkeit als Pfefferminzentee
Fing mit drei Schlücken von V+ an mit vier
Ich meine, ich wollte einfach den Teenie-Shit ausprobier'n
Für sinnlose Lebensverschwendung kann ich gut mein Geld investier'n
Man lebt nur einmal, warum dann einfach nicht mal riskier'n?

[Bridge: AVE]
Für sinnlose Lebensverschwendung kann ich gut mein Geld investier'n
Man lebt nur einmal, warum dann einfach nicht mal riskier'n?
Für sinnlose Lebensverschwendung kann ich gut mein Geld investier'n
Man lebt nur einmal, warum dann einfach nicht mal riskier'n?

[Hook: AVE]
Antisocial, whats thats shit?
I dont need that fucking bitch
I'm so high, want to fly
My body feel so light
Antisocial, whats thats shit?
I dont need that fucking bitch
I'm so high, want to fly
My body feel so light

Stream on Spotify!

Cha Cha Cha 2 (ft.Ave)

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)

Feature and Art: https://soundcloud.com/c3of
Production: https://soundcloud.com/depthstrida2

Lyrics:

Fenrir: 
Load the pistol 
Smoking crystal 
Artificial
This shit simple
Feeling blissful when im shooting the glock 
Pop your top as im simply stroking my cock

Spitting on your fucking grave
A lame with the same name 
Shooting up the mainframe 
I dont play no fair game
Bitch boy used toy tripping like a decoy 
Sip soy no joy all i do is destroy

Kick this shit off in a fucking spin off
Lick my cum up before i let your mom suck

Killem all let em fall smash my head right through a wall
Fuck it going awol addicted to the alcohol

Chorus:

Fuck off 
Fuck cops 
Fuck off 
Murder your whole gang when im locked in with the red dot

Papa Sleep:

Cadillac dripping with that candy paint swinging back and forth
Picking up another 40 going to the liquor store
Hydraulics on dash board rolling all the chronic
Homie got debt he ain't honest
Dead on the floor guess he got it
Homie got the glock with the red dot so he gotta pop it
Wear a bulletproof vest to my job milly rock on an outline made of chalk

GET UP
GET FUCKED
GIVE UP
IM DONE
You dont bite the hand that bleeds you
Couple grand I dont need to feed you
Stash the welfare check with the weed plants and I'm gone

Red Dot

Fuck Off Ft. Papa Sleep (Prod. Deviljin x Fenrir)

Worst thing in the world
hook:
I be bullying these rappers like I'm clyde cash
Got your girl up in my place inside of my bed
Grip the stick that bitch is slipping out the side man
Ruling over shit I'm feeling like a tyrant

Verse

Bitch wanna fuck around
We boutta dump it out
Cocaine and robots
Yeah he better cut it out
Pulling his stomach out
Turned to a bloody mound
Propane he blow up
His parts gonna fumble out

Off of that goop I be off of that slimy
we get to shooting your crew doing high knees
Shit looking grizzly this shit is a crime scene
Blinding his ass like we riding with high beams

I been feeling kinda spaced
can't seem to find the time to today
I been awful kind but I don't feel like being kind today
I just need some stimulants to help my put my mind away
You just need to get a grip the way you act a crying shame

CLYDE CASH [PROD. GRIGORYAN]

In the order they appear @mugetsu117 , Na$tii, @xbruxismx, @okaminokami666, @depthstrida 

Shoutout everyone involved , Go listen to all their music <3

Produced by Na$tii

Intro :
Some around do not seem to understand.
I can say that I've been here too long.

Verse 1: Mugxtsu
Police man ask you to put your fkg hands up.
I tell you your head's gonna fkg blow up.
Blood on my face, knife in my place,
I've been arming myself.
Raise raise raise your fkg soul up.

Some around do not seem to understand.
(Oh no)
I can say that I've been here too long.
(Too fkg long)

Chorus: Mugxstu
Some around do not seem to understand.
I can say that I've been here too long.
Some around do not seem to understand.
I can say that I've been here too long.

Verse 2: Na$tii
this is that madness 
don’t fuck with me 
it is not up to me
you can get laid out 

tripping like Alice 
I cut down the money tree 
u wanted smoke
what u bang now? 

you is a pup get yo fangs out 
or prepare die 
put em him the sky 
walking on his grave 
look she gonna cry 
baby imma fucking pimp that butterfly 
lil bitch

damn how the fuck u gon  spill all my kids on the floor
bitch off the molly but my dick was running on coke
na$tii Lil cutta I’m fucked so I need her to choke
she get text from her man and she limp out the door

got a grip 
Oh my god 
I might wave round it public 

get a brick
Molotov 
anything to it started 

throwing bottles at the cops
I’m with the gang 
we get it poppin 

shawty wanna stay w us 
that mean she staying broke hearted 
lil bitch 

Chorus Repeats:

Verse 3: Bruxism
hexes and curses increasingly burdering
 ritual purposes lurking then surfacing
Feel it encirciling worsening harvesting
Bargain with power you'll never be harnessing
Digital waste the pollution of men
Tear it all down build it up all again
We are the faceless the evilest sins
Living among you like murderous kins
Stop
Flesh turned to sickening rot
Nothing is left of the ops
Atomic like shit that we drop
Surrender before you get mobbed
You what they call a facade
I'm not an demon I'm really a god
But I bet that you knew that all along

Verse 4: Okaminokami
Uh   
Popin a pill in the backseat   
Shawty she fw me heavy  
I pull swinging   Go gadget machete   My pistol shoot auto   Go stupid   Go crazy   Succubus Shawty Tryna have my babies   I command the demon army   Bo Betty   I move in silence   I feel like I'm Freddy  Can't step in the day time   They out to get me   
Shawtt a witch & she leaking out potion   Put chains on my neck just to show my devotion   
My head is broken   I caved from the fall   I challenge god   & I'm riskin it all   Okaminokami   I'm basically ra  
If we fuckin   Full her up with a cross   
Fuck kamis   Tryna regain the gauss   
My mind is mine   It is not yours to rob   
I cannot fw humans kill em  Split her with a scythe   & let her tummy fall   
She got no titties   Why she buying bras   
I need a 30 vertical my jaw   I blow the brains out a goat   
Take the tail   & turn it to a rope   
Get another just to tie round throat   Kick the chair   & then struggle to cope  

Verse 5: Depth Strida
2 shots 1 glock
you done fucked up
lot of bad luck
washed down make up
bitch i came up
from the nether
just to fuck your empty head up

feel like im dying 
why do i keep trying?
shit i feel so dead inside
emotions diving
i stay silent
bad shit always on my mind

no point in crying
i keep biting
till you fucking give up
enter the  silence pulse is rising find myself in handcuffs

shit ive done fucked up
i might need a minute
oh man i cant stop
need another drug
everything thats real sucks
pain aint acute, nothing gets better
endless ladder

Verse 6: Mugxstu
Ever try to set me free, those arent here to relate.
Difference is all about you and me.
Ever try to set me free, those arent here to relate.
This is madness, this madness, this is madness.

Kriminel Ft. Mugxtsu, Bruxism, Okaminokami, & Depth Strida

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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