my mom calls me a failure and my dad beats me

trash

Yea. 

Lyrics:
Walk up wit the mask and I don't think they even notice me
Shorty wanna please Her pussy open like a lotus leaf
Walk in like I own it in a place I'm not supposed to be
He Run up and he get done up brody wanna find out what I Tote with me

Its like Damn lord
Grinding like a cam whore
He ain't got the product cuz he coming with his bands short
Shorty slinging neck I keep that tool up on the dashboard
He ain't know bout action finna give that boy a crash course

Drugged out bloodbath
Pull out and I bust back
Nothing but a rifle and some cash to leave a blood splat
Heavy with the dosage off them doses leave em slumped back
Been a couple tweakers try finessing where the funds at?

Where the funds at hoe? Bitch.
Empty outta whole clip
Catch em out in public and that pussy getting toasted
He jus wanna play and I ain't deal with this bullshit
Rather take a chance and fucking run up get into it

Better watch out or your body go missing
If he wanna start it then we gonna finish
We up on his block and we storming the kitchen
That bitch on my line so I fuck and forget it

Blick in my grip and I'm making it rupture
I swear that life has been losing its luster
Fuck on that bitch and she singing like usher
Robbing his shit yea that boy is a sucker

LOTUS LEAF [PROD. DUMBCHILD]

Doused down the cast
Match and light it up
Hidden down your sleeve
Bet you don't believe
Grieving when i interrupt
Aroused by the shit that you've seen
Like it's nicotine
Pressure building boiling point is reaching
Gambling like you're dreaming

Stakes so high they're subliminal
I can mimic the ritual
Hit the limit
I get it that's just a gimmick

But the clocks ticking
Ringing my headache is on the brink
I'm might have said it between the lines if you read it
But bitch illiterate

Down and swing around
But where's your hammer now?
Unless you coming out the cloud with a frown
Now your face at the base of my d*ck
Personalities evasive
Covered up and never traced outside their base

Doused down the cast
Match and light it up
Hidden down your sleeve
Bet you don't believe
Grieving when i interrupt
Aroused by the shit that you've seen
Like it's nicotine
Pressure building boiling point is reaching
Gambling like you're dreaming

Damned on your back
Bitch you bout to get it again
Ascend when i bring it up a level
Like i never saw the pain of my supression
When you're coming out the chains

Bringing out the panic
Schizo-motherfuckin-frenic
Folded back and laced in venom
Where is my mind?

Down and swing around
But where's your hammer now?
Unless you coming out the cloud with a frown
Now your face at the base of my d*ck
Personalities evasive
Covered up and never traced outside their base

Pieced together like a cheap pair of pants [Prod. Istasha]

Y I K E S S

Lyrics
My shitty ass on the hook:
Back without sight
gagged
looking like a fuck up
But your body's got a price tag
spinal tap
puncture with the drain
wipe
a clean slate
deadass
when you medicate a hollow person
round them all up for slaughter like a fucking surgeon

DEPTH STRIDA:
fuckers talking shit like they be hangin in big cliques
i load the chopper rob yo daughter fuck you and your feature offer
shooting out the helicopter watch me swervin bullets fucker
bitch we always strive and prosper mercenaries made a slaughter
i shovel you a grave
this is your last day
load the ak let em pray
i might fucking faint

*Hooker*

My stupid ass again:
Fraud without a face
a snap of the whip and your back into place
make a name in all this shit
living disgrace
but no cap on this ship
you wanna go back
onboard the walking plank
anchor ties the noose
and let you sink into the fucking sand
making no excuses

Breed of sewer rat
conditions make you a believer
now wishing you could handle that
knowing that i keep it all

UP MY SLEEVES

*hook again*

Viceroy Ft. DEPTH STRIDA [Prod. Istasha]

lyrics: https://genius.com/albums/Ghostemane/N-o-i-s-e

GHOSTEMANE - NIHIL

In honor of spooky season FT. DEPTH STRIDA

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]

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]

@fuckapache

Lyrics:
Breaching the results 
Gotta get enough 
Bad crop 
Seed torn Stealthily 
And toxic as I can perceive 

Siege and construct 
Driven over all 
Shooting up 
Three four MethyleneDioxyMethamphetamine

Swervin out the map 
And no bounds are present to cap 
Cap it up in tin 
When you're thinking that you're captain at the bank
But you gotta bare it with wooden the cracks
Ans guarantee Severity an ware is bad as gets
Catch Hit the bricks 
Light up faces impatient 
Attached on the fix 
And Succumb to sedation 
Ensign the shades in the basement 
Decayed away in the dark 
Sit in formaldehydic placement 
With your back at the wall

Apache:
burn all the evidence
murder caused pestilence
im sorry but im arrogant
your death is the resonance
cremated by the elements
time for an experiment
bone saw for the rotten limbs
my mind is in developement
failure in  genetics
made me to a lunatic

im sorry i cant help it
guess i gotta commit
ive always been a misfit
let you taste the curb bitch
you a fucking hypocrite
sweat is in your armpits

pouring gasoline 
ash is left on the crime scene
they put me into quarantine
wire me to machines
inject me pure proteines
escape the  facility
driving with high speeds
caused by nitro glycerine

they will never catch me
hidden behind pine trees
consuming pure LSD
i dont care bout nobody
12 is tryna find me
reverse the psychology
they will never catch me
cuz i be on LSD

Bitter Structures ft. APACHE [Prod. Istasha]

Shoutout @nastiitaxii for killing this.

Lyrics:
String tight strapped and snapping off 
Now resting eyes in azure thoughts 
Assured in surface 
Station dock 
Refill insurance serviced trailing curtains 

Gilled fucks stuck inside their refuge over nothing 
Mesh will never bend pressure from a obsession over gas

Got a bag full of bricks
Sleeve leaking all but tricks 
Take another level back
As style displayed as displacement inside the dashcam 
Screen a schema
Now a breed of vacant essence 
Self assessment Need a task/hand? 
Bleeding for a second 

Stomped out 
Strong doubt 
Scout wrong nets when your brought down
Crack rot stretch In the caravan 
Left into wretch 
Carry acts in gown

Na$tii:
I can feel the fucking
blood clotting up under my skin
I beg to let it flow 

I grab the fucking razor 
as I feel the rust catch on my throat

I don’t have the fucking patience 
for this steel under my coat 
You pussy bitch 
you fucking shaking when I let it blow 

penetrated by the fucking isolation 
straining on my iris 
just to focus on what I created 

I don’t give a fuck 
my god annihilated everything
I held in sacred naked and I’m wasted body bloated from asphyxiation 

let me rot 
let me fade 
let me get away 

let me say all of the names who can't speak to my face

let me clot 
lemme cut 
let my razor swang

let my cut out my regrets they fucking drip away

I got problems
I don’t know why I can’t stop it
I ain’t mean to fucking do it but I did it with no problem Ay

I got problems all I hear is fucking nonsense
I be screaming I be puking I be blacking out unconscious Ay

In A Sea Of Razors Ft.Na$tii [Prod. Istasha]

PUNKS

control

please read lyrics 

lyrics 


this world undeserving of the life that we’ve been given 
shine the light and see the difference? rather take away existence 
i just wake up every day and hope that y’all will feel the same 
i destroyed the conscious in my brain 
take a pill to maintain 
yeah the consequences large 
but i don’t  give a single solitary fuck 
who the fuck gon fuck with us 
 heart is getting speared 
and your mind is getting rupt
and yo momma in the gutter 
and you got no food for lunch 
what the fuck you gon do 
when your life just ain’t enough 
we are undeserving of this shit that we’ve been given  mk ultra and the eagle eye vision 
we got coke head cops and demented politicians
we got strung out rappers and they always play the victim like
knock me to the ground in the shadows who will kick him like
find me by my grand mother’s grave with some city lights 
even when you dead you surrounded by the towers flight 

eyes in my skull still see white lies 
pain in my chest heart crush many times like
rappers don’t want rhymes they just want white lines 
cross another line you gon get your wings like


recently i’ve felt so fucking useless 
fuck a movement 
fuck a bitch and pollution 
of my mind and what i’m pursing 
what is best for me 
you’re not in the picture 
bitch it’s blessed to be 
life ahead of me 
is peace to me 
clouded by desires 
higher parts 
get the enemy
friend of me ? 
you were never there when i needed it 
speed the stick 
got no fellow ship 
i’ve been sinking ships like bitch 

KILL YOU WITH YOUR OWN FUCKING HANDS
IM THE PLAN BY THE MAN IN THE SKY 
YOU A FLY ON THE DRY WALL
HOPING THAT YOULL FALL OFF
I WILL FUCK RAW DOG 
YOURE STILL A BITCH BEEN A WHOLE ASS YEAR BRO

FAILURE CONTROL [PROD. DUTCHMAN + Y$57 + PULSE + HMYE]

Lyrics:
One brush in a pipe dream 
Blood rush interface heme
Straight mush on the bright screen 
Blindfold when they push 
Leave em 
Loose like disrupt
Bitches see you handcuffed 

Paint unfolded 
Renaissance
Obey em like a bishop 

Pop drop down 
Like a tablet in a Tesla 
Back of the seat and I see the back of a pedestrian

Rise into veins 
Let it travel like the venom
Had it miles into pain 
Like an addict out to get em 
Gassed into place 
Run a motor on the open home 
And stop when no one notice like im deep inside the catacombs 

Fuck my brain 
I need a pickup 
Traces on my breath I supply I need the bitter 

Drown my strain
I need a pickup 
Traces on my breath I supply I need the bitter

All Outta Oil (with DEPTH STRIDA) [Prod. Istasha]

MERCENARIES - EMERGENCY ALERT - MERCENARIES - EMERGENCY ALERT - MERCENARIES

ANOTHER SINGLE OFF OF "BLACK CASH", COMING SOON.

LINEUP:
@ISTASHA [WELCOME BACK TO THE FAMILY]
@DISTORTIONTHE1
@MUGETSU117 [WELCOME TO THE FAMILY]
@DEPTHSTRIDA

PRODUCED BY @PRODKXISER
MIXING BY @NAVVVI
COVERT ART BY @C3OF


LYRICS:
[ISTASHA]
Fuck what is a side
I'm siding with a price 
I'm on it 
Wanted Circle 
Squaring up 
Inside the octagon and 
Choking on my sleeve 
Face mat then try to save face 
Full triangle choke 
no bow and arrow gonna save a joke 
Armored with a padlock 
Sharpen they key but We keep in the armory mane 
lions detained 
Fuck all the common hyenas
The scavenger demons 
Just eating the scenes decay 
Armed up with a glock 
No sepsis, But a schock 
Getting buried by the docks
That's where you sleep and now we're nautical

[LORD DISTORTION]
Mercenaries vital 
Parasite in eyeball 
Boy you finish final 
Got that stick its viral 
Hung  like a coat rack 
Evil intentions 
I bet you wont float back 
Be in my mentions you ho bag 
Needles injected, to slow track
Sweeping effect put the street in a whole trance 
No one likes you, no one cares enough the tides of wind is solace
We be making raps while all you bitches simply singing sonnets 
Pay my price to get in 
Play this shit apocalyptic 
Aiming with it down the scope 
Get outta hope and wrapped in linnen

[MUGXTSU]
(x2 ) Lost we are, young we are.

Don't fall in despair, now !
Don't bring us the end now !
I don't wanna be, for the best of me
I don't really fkg live now.

If you say that you are,  the victim.
I swear I will destroy you for real

Pain around me,
Try killing me,
Stop lying bitch.
You're gonna die.

Mercenaries, Mercenaries...

[DEPTH STRIDA]
who to trust?
mercenaries hit a motherfucking clutch
since i dropped bloodlust
all these lame bitches sitting on my cock
shits disgusting shits disgusting
one hit leaves your fluid dropping
you think that i might be joking
but my gang creep on you slowly
stealth - break necks
mercenaries dog tag
i dont wanna brag but
kaiser is the best

MERCENARIES - EMERGENCY ALERT - MERCENARIES - EMERGENCY ALERT - MERCENARIES

BLACK CASH

ASSEMBLE ANTHEM

Stream/Buy

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LINEUP:
@DISTORTIONTHE1
@SULPHOFFICIAL
@DEPTHSTRIDA
@NAVVVI
@MUGETSU117
@ISTASHA

PRODUCED BY @PRXPVNE
MIXING BY @NAVVVI
ART BY @C3OF, @LENFANTLONDON, @PRXPVNE & @VENTINGPALACE

LYRICS:
[LORD DISTORTION]
Shells from out the weapon on the motherfucking floor
Fucking all equipped we start that mother fucking war
Coming with that action battle everything a sport
Rattle out them shells and he be ducking even more
Savior none he is lost
Bullet thru the semi
Speaking ever so clear
Got that everclear habit
Hold it ever so clear
Boy we bringing up the havoc on whatever your fear

[SULPH]
Put all the things aside.
Mercenaries pushing limits all night
All right, have a seat, hold on tight
You're all just raw
Just some unseasoned shit
Then you screech into the void,
Like some unbelievable bitch
Like....

[CHORUS]X2
Do you hear that siren?
Do you hear the Mercs arriving?
It's not funny, is it?
It's more unsettling, creepy

[DEPTH STRIDA]
Lost in space
Mayday
My ship broke on its way
All your troops
They will faint
Mercenaries till my grave

Load up my blasta
Smoke skunk like a rasta
Hang you with tha force
Ay you gotta call me masta
Its the mando bitch
Fuck your fandom shit
Shoot a laserstrip
Bitch I cannot whiff

Work hard play hard
Ball like a maniac
Ki charge
Depart
Armorbelt
Bullets strap
Tekken shit
Low kick hits
Counterhit
Launch him quick
Till they call me king of iron fist ay fuck yuh

[BRIDGE]X2
Do you hear that siren
In the depth im stridin
Keep it lowkey
Whats beneath
Watch your troops they dying

[NAVVVI]
Sounding every siren in the palace
Now the enemies are riding with a glock and purple masks
Using every tactic just to break up in the side
Equipping to the belt is flashes and a flask
Needles in the arms of every fallen member
Rappers that just speaking thru celebrate broadcasts
Broadcasts
Feel as though everything coming our way once mercs put steps on the floor

[MUGXTSU]
Take me out the farce, hey.
Thats another story.
Pray for your soul, to come with you.
Trapped in a black hole,
You can see shit.
Send the lord , send for help.
May the gods remember about you.
I, pathetic, will be the one left.
Things are about to get a bit hard.
Cosmic death for you.

[LORD DISTORTION]
You ain't get no peace
Pussy you get damned
Bitch we with the fleet
Let me be
Cutting out the competition next to me
Wiping off the dust and you ain't doing nothing credibly
Off of the head no thought to be had
Got a knot in his throat he can't talk it's a fact

[CHORUS]X2
Do you hear that siren?
Do you hear the Mercs arriving?
It's not funny, is it?
It's more unsettling, creepy

[ISTASHA]
Gimme room like territory
I’m in the hummer looking odd with thirty legs you think I can afford it
Gimme rose like ceremony
Shimmy that guess 184 degrees
I test it again cause my next set of ends
Count it, it mess with my sense
See no end I wanna let it up out the gutter
Pretend I’m not dead when I pull up out the covers
Sending me back and I do it
Like given
Youre too late to come in and fuck it
Gimme the comeback I come on the back and I get it again

In honor of spooky season FT. DEPTH STRIDA

Istasha The Scrub

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