Lyrics:

What’s your opinion on the dire situation?
Ought to rip through the lid 
I need a line
*Citation*

All the rust build, Keep it like a red mark 
Sleeping through the skin 
I Wanna sell my soul thin 
No shark 

On the sill 
Scatter round 
Plant patters on me 
See the dead dogs barking up the redwood tree 

Never sow no doubts but they all catch seed 
On repeat sleep eat breathe seethe and retweet 

I took my shirt off in the yard 
The silent trees all saw my skin turn into dust 
Fly like seeds

Elefant

Lyrucs:

Cart filled loud to the brim 
Back bent from the weight 
Feel the silence like a brick to the head 

Stay sickle like a spine on trial 
When I’m Giles Old Corey keep it silent 
No fentanyl 

40 rocks, More weight, I’m might vomit 
Call me monetary gain, im a prophet
Save face, No shame, No stopping, No capping 
My retina, blank 
Stay blocking up 

Swing wide, go side 
Never age, Soul side 
Rewind, Benjamin 
Overtime, Dolls eye

Could vision, No flash 
But I’m full blind 
Overclock shifting No crash And I’m all fine 

Cart filled loud to the brim 
Back bent from the weight 
Feel the silence like a trail of a witch 
Shit 

Feel lost 
Crow pack, Have my teeth picked 
Let em come back with the tides and I’m sea sick 

If I’m ever losing touch 
I’m out the back 
K.O

Cannot keep on taking shot 
Crack 
Sarajevo

Phantom pains is all I got 
Block 
Bodies in the gutter 
Cup of rot 
Duck thots 
Bye buttercup 

In the background 
Split me like a wing 
Huh 

Manufacture up 
Worship anything 
huh 

Getting dragged down 
Went in that thing 
Black hole 
Succ
Turn into a coiled up spring 

Go
Red light 
I’ll intersect that spot 

Call me six 
How I’m sensing the plot

The Heat From The Sun Is No

Happy birthday Tom Cruise!
Lyrics:

Cash cow 
Ass out 
Looking like a rascal 
Pat till I pass out 
Fur coat mascot 

Gotta gut it end up bitching Like a bad dog 
I ain’t been according Got that Michelin trash star 

Fuck a whole damn 
"Greed til you get "
In the goat line, Get the Last place at the vet 

With that Prozac tap 
Got that sera full cap 
Full mag 
Full of merry go round gum 

Man got buns
Hanging over em
Rum to Bunsen burner 
And bottles up 
Molotov Round them cunts 

With the Countdown 
Guns that could dump that junk
Caught me scrappin like a bum 
Without Backup 
 
Put plans,don’t attach it
Turn it down Like it andybody asking 
With the full black boot So ratched
Ain’t no doc worth the rocks 
Out of fashion 

Pay em like they get 
With a ghost and a debt 
Tell me like a needle 
I don’t wanna know, bet 
Without a mask 
No respect 

Hunches back 
Ain’t no stretch 
In the booth counting checks 
Looking like Alita with the teeth of a koala 
On the chase 
I’m like a furball baddie on a bed full of tech

Brickwall Brickwall Brickwall

Istasha X Sxmpra - Soup For Dogs

Shoutout outsiderX for smashin this track

Istasha X outsiderX - Fever Dreams

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]

I can be your angle....or yuor devil

Istasha x TWENTYTHREE Wrong Step!

000000000000 hheheheheheheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Dried Out Feathers [Prod. Istasha]

little tracker boy
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DklNr6kjWQs

Hexagonal Spit (LYRICS AND VIDEO IN DESC)

Captions Are Automatically Generated

Check Your Spam Folder

Istasha x Sect Unit - New Strings (prod. Istasha)

Roach Latency w/ KAMAARA

Cellcast

Lyrics_


Crystal ball im plain
vain
black blood 
youll be the meth to me im bored to fuck

sightseeing necessities
step up in your gut
fantasies like an oracle 
hypochlorite duct

the bleach stains they drip

well take it back t
to burn their ghosts
white lies so cold like snow
no light no wind
tight rope
walk aimlessly on vacant streets no place i call home

taint the waters and go pierce the veil
in black garden of gallows when pet snails invade
youll be the map to my grave when you provide the direction 
i never did know
into fire
youre watching me burn till we starve the supply


hook again nerds

Shedding Aiko

Jungle Puppy

Parrot Selector

Marrhat

Milk Voice

Unholy Meat Obelisk

Istasha x TWENTYTHREE - Not for escaping a nightmare

Lyrics:

Straight line acting
Vector tactics 
Amnesia 
Blackened retrospective 
An eye for an eye 
The debt corrected 
Your life for a life like contraceptive 

Go separate me out of the pack 
I distillate 
This ain’t worse than what I give back 
Reciprocate 
Tachyon like the speed when I dash 
A swift decay
Always left for death 
never pick a day 
Can’t stand all the 

Pressure on 
Put it on o the bone on the off switch 
Discoloured wishing this collar would pop bitch 
Unless you wanna migrate imma pause on the topic
Risk all I give you my maw then go toxic 

Get bout the Chems 
I don’t care to 
Get up out the stain 
lm Like the cleaner gon Wipe the metal fuck decay 
I will stay solo Beneath the clouds of what i crave 
Corroded the covers decoded 
water rot the way 

Wasting away with the corset on
By how I Shoot it like rain from my gore tex gun

Tsar Hand

Year of the Black Sun

Superfluous since the first day
Hear the carol of the needle cannot wait
Leech an odyssey of ashtrays
Put a saddle on your back I need a break 

One percent to black 
And then you back into the set 
Hear a snapping the second it conjugated 
Lean the fuck in to your high space 
Faded? okay 
Armed up bandit pull your sleeves and trek in missions 
Need a band to make a renegade of vessels set to mitigate 
See the preacher needs some ayahuasca 
Knocking at your bible Book of psalms, a gaol 
Break open a batch up for your recital 
Wear a tie 
Choke and blackout till your 20/20

Doubted sin 
Disease 
Admission; Snort Cocaine for Jesus 
Zip 
Contagious 
Stay affected like an Alcoholics fetus
At the Everglades and knees deep
Rattle brain into a seizure 
What you want?
Take your bitching 
get baptized until your gone

Snort Cocaine For Jesus [Prod. Istasha]

Packet loss 
In for days 
Im bragging in vacuum 
Fuck an evasion
Stagger 
Imagine if I couldn't taste shit
Backup 
I could never live another second in that ape-shit 

Stalking 
Track on that snake pit
Pack and evac 
Come back 
Never make it 
Drag in the cat
Gotta cut up in the back with the cramping
Not grab enough and then end up; I grab her duct and fuck her face in 

Forced it out the muck 
My collection full of fucking rubbish 
Torqued until your trunc'd
Wrapped around it like an early knob 
Distorted 'bout to clip 
De-contorted out the grip I slip 
No border on on the grid 
I ride the edge until I'm missing.no

Crypt locked
Trace less when you dox 
I'm at their throat 
Blocked
Mouth I degrade 
No antidote 

Im not a goat
Dont slay me off for faith 
I line the oroborous non decoded 
Level with an eight 
Cannot encrypt

Print me like newsstand 
Black round my hands 
I scroll the paper round the page 
And roll it back into a strand 
Uh 
Feed me a decent virus 
I got corrosive virus 
I got adhesive virus 
I got elliptic iris

Sleeping when you see me 
Like the color out of space 
As deep a sea as it is seamless 
from beneath just like a 
Dark horse

Packet Loss [Prod. Istasha]

Shitty video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3liiSLlPAg&t=

Come Get Your Omega 3 [Link in Description]

Very temporary artwork!
Track off an upcoming ep dropping august probably hello

Wasp Tongue

Cover might be temporary idk reeee

Lyrics:

Change that frame
I got it great on a bad day
Stay chained to the weights 
On a grayscale, I’m stained with the new strain 
Crossed okay, toss me in paint

Ghost like won’t open 
Keep my mouth sowed and I’m gone 
Would gain a face like a totem, without a body I got none 

On the base like hydroxy 
Float away? I keep my ground
And I got no touch like im still broken 
Okay, Focus, Trojans leak in 
Soaking 

I got myself on the deck like a crushed up pill 
Leave me sobbing about textures overkill 

I die again, on my best side 
Strapped up on the hill, Okay I get it 
Tape me burning, keep that shit on as a filler

chafe from the Chains
To your taste i am Slave 
Carried to the grave
Press it down and leave me paved 

Out the gate no mistake 
Ain’t no minutes in the day
Carried to the grave 
Press it down and leave me paved 

Twisting that neck and leave it backwards just to save face 
I spin the shit just like my business needs a decent artist 
I gotta dip just like your brain off of the rave traces
I fall asleep on all your shit

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