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Produced by @istasha
Mixing by @istasha & @fucksailor
Cover art by @fucksailor

ISTASHA x FUKKSAILOR - Friendly Neighborhood Tune

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]

Vocals: ＭＵＧ乂ＴＳＵ (@mugetsu117)
Production and Visuals: Lies (@alwaysbeenaloner)

[LYRICS]

Breathing is not real, if you're not suffering enough.
And it should not be like this.

Flying is only possible when believing in something this really hard.
And you can't stop thinking.

Crying for end to happen right fucking now.
Am I a normal being ?

Standing is too hard for me cause I got nothing to hold on.
Honestly, I'm alone.

Breathing.
Flying.
Crying.
Standing.

Am I a normal being ?

Honestly, I'm alone.

SOLITUDE

In honor of spooky season FT. DEPTH STRIDA

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]

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]

Miskatonic [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

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Lyrics:
With the all black mask full of tricks
Keep I keep it out of risk
What's enough?
When they ask what I miss
What do we say 
Running it back reminisce

I Stick in the backbone 
My spinal tap is sucking stone 
Straight down the marrow 
Like some shit I cannot swallow 
Go back 
Can't trace
I won't cut shit shit through 
Like the strain on my net 
Can't dodge the path 
I won't forget it now
Tie one last chord until it fits me aight 

You got blood; black 
Pumped full of petrol 
Okay 

I got HUDs stained 
Tracks like a metro
Okay 

I'll derail
This square no tetra 
Out of touch there's a stigma of rust surrounded by mech its okay 

Carry all black tired
I express on my face 
I address shit quick 
Cut bags full of weight
In the veins
And attire out of space 
I leave my eyes at the table 
And i let go of this place

The Blood Ministration Does Not Praise The Sun /w DEPTH STRIDA [Prod. Istasha]

Istasha The Scrub

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