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DONT GO BACK AND LISTEN TO PART 1-4 (THIS IS A WARNING)

ft. https://soundcloud.com/biv
prod. https://soundcloud.com/istasha
art. https://soundcloud.com/c3of


-nA
feelin like syringe caught up in the 89
blockage central wit a couple people undermine
college virtue mental columbine turned devine
single grape thru the vine seems to activate frankenstein
having hard times chasing stage over blade
wishing minute maid but my soul always koolade
heaven's day once my lonely spirit's thought's convey
trapped forever inside the body- (WOMBO COMBO)

-biv
BITCH
Head stainless
Long ways, heavy days, keep me chasin
Lost places, fake with the faces
Should I drop off, so painless
Can't have what they tasted
I'm thankful to waste it
I'm thankful to waste it

-nA
FUCK
trapped behind some fucking minerals
my body grasping intervals
mental slipped the obstacle
im meerly seconds from a vegtable
he sent the message thru
cement cropping up around the moon
my body full of crepid DECAY
NOW I THOUGHT HE SENT THE fucking PLANE
WHO THE ONE WHO TALKING SHADE
IM THE REASON THAT THEY PLAY
why cant anybody give me the respect that i diserve
half these artists fronting me then picking up my fucking dirt

-biv
BITCH
Head stainless
Long ways, heavy days, keep me chasin
Lost places, fake with the faces
Should I drop off, so painless
Can't have what they tasted
I'm thankful to waste it
I'm thankful to waste it

-nA
burn off religion you've founded my place
grace me to lava then laugh at my case
look at me kill, look at my face
breathe in my toxins, you'll hate every taste.

additional vocals by: papa sleep <333

WHAT THE KIDS REALLY WANT PART 5 FT. BIV (PROD. ISTASHA)

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Dellamar - Night City

Rap do Batman | Tauz RapTributo 13

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]

OSIAS - AMETHYST

Lyrics:
Lose vital mass the by the pounds 
Surpass, stay uncrowned that's my state 
Water my soil when I'm drowned 
Bleed into place hold my weight 

State your input like you haven't had enough
Fuck with the image 
Or fetish 
Shot into meaning 
And vanish off

Gripped up
Handed like fingers 
Won't print it up 
Enter maiming like it's the cut 

Truck load race down 
Dropping it over top end to elevate 
All of the validate agents that navigate 
To sate 
The vein 

Faulted target crashing an interface 
Over saturated 
Oscillation levels that never sedate the parasite

Beta Amyloid (with PAPA SLEEP) [Prod. Istasha]

Lyrics:
No handed 
Bars not granted 
Do em like cattle 
With an iron 
Double branded 

Go tandem 
Split like blackballed 
Nose that shit too close 
Like slackjaw 

On my trees 
No light 
Will run 
Comes unwritten 
Lacking ground 
Already 
I'm might stay 
Don't baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Neon Junction/Germ Cell Evacuation [Prod. Istasha]

Lyrics:
Leeching undercover 
Sedate 
Hide in the process 
Over 
Reaching for another 
Restate 
To cite the bible 
Idle 
Leeching undercover 
Sedate 
Hide in the process 
Over 
Reaching for another 
Restate 
Take the blame 

White upon my lens like I got blinded 
Brought a stain 
Into the 
Spite room 
Pipe tomb 
Nostrils enter space dome 

Midas touching hands and turn to blood discerning gold that's certain 
Sight downgrade
Lobe ask 
No blame doe

Dispatch 
crosshatch 
Wake up in the i c unit
Mismatch
Detach 
Brain is lost inside assuming 
Instagram all pages 
Stay for likes 
Maneuver 

Out of luck 
Leave 
Duck 
Out the process 
Back into it

Haute Couture [Prod. Istasha]

Lyrics:
Broke 
Crooked conduct 

Taurus like Crete 
Spending days in a maze
What the fuck 

Slated 
No grave
To rob 
Drop dead 
In cassette 
Tape to block 

Useless and erratic 
On battle scenes of amphetamines 
Heresy 
Eyes to get it 
Then got it
Don't seem to care 
No
Patent deep in arteries 
All is lost in reality 
Fuck with a piece synthetic embedded in DNA 

All the while 
Batches unlock 
In the baggage 
A mold of an habit
Receipted organic 
Like tattered trails 
They damped and push backwards
When stepped in soil 
Imprinted 
Veins so dry 
It's numerical 
The numbers write kanji on the back of the chemicals, the backbone 

Follow the trail
Sent to maim 
White blanket in paint 
Taste the stains integrated 
Attained 

Old patters 
To waste 
Re use the state 
Of another prenatal ladder or
Surface delayed and scatter off 

Null
Track split the brakes
Don't etch it off away
Deprive the fibers 
Surround us like lines of virus 
Tired

All
Round 
Read the frame
And I catch you hesitate 
Deflated 
Fine 
And decrease in evasion 
Late arrival 

All star
Dust boy
Pick it off the cupboard 
Pound away 
At the trails 
Dripping at the beak boy

Following The Breadcrumb Trail By Proxy [Prod. Istasha]

Lyrics:
I want to see a red light 
No salvage wanted 
Don't want your damage to none 
I'm gone away 
I watch it dead to rights
No way out 

Black tar play doe
Tarmac pavement
Part time hobo 
In place on nostromo

Slipping down the step stone 
Partial as your statements 
Faceless septum 
On charcoal angels 

Strip it down to bones 
In pride 
Inside just like silent tone 
No ring 
But strain 
Never pluck 
No Hertz 
Just stuck mane 
Inside of duct tape 

Flogging horses twisting silent 
Trial torsion 
Instinct 
Honest 
Always stick inside them 
Wall of 
Post it mortem

Sleep inside a chapel 
Run and hide when bitches get got 
The Taste of terpentine and mercury is distant 
And knots are tied on dreary arms 
No battieres to carry on 
Imbalance in material 
Severe is when they fuck it up 

I dont recognize 
Turn away all deciet or signs

RLD [Prod. Istasha]

Lyrics:
You're wasting all of my sense 
You want my answer 
Semantics slipping out my hands 
Don't wanna step on the line of defense 
Don't want amends 
This shit don't make no sense 

2% 
I'm missing out the matter 
At the bottom of the passage
Break a ladder
Off the exit 
Not the asset 
Or the batteries 
At 1% 
I'm manic 
Got that capillary 
On demand 
And passive in my best 
But At the cap unnecessary
 
Like two step locks 
Gimme that paper cut 
Pay per block 
Pressing on the bottle 
Limping on files 
Sedated cuck 

Okay relax 
What the fuck? 
Slit in my throat still paid like a hydra 
Gears succumb 
Feed em oil and cotton 
Practice still provided 

X Drawn out like a shitstain
They just wanna sweep it over quick but that's a Mistake 
Piss take 
Honor reinstated on the next day
Explain 
Loss of innovation but expecting all the best things

Peepshow Callcenter [Prod. Istasha]

Miskatonic [Prod. Istasha]

2 steps back and I fade out 
Reload the page all blank 
Hard to Trade off
Compromise 
Ain't shit
Like it straight up 
I don't got the cache or the bandwidth I'm gonna stay off 

Fuck all the vicious aggro
Regret it 
I got it stuck on the backup 
Bag it 
Full of macros 
I reckon I'll never use 
I'm useless 
Sly
Creeping up like cataracts 
I'm persona non grata 
Rated off 
Just like a startup 
Corroded 
Eroded 
Artifacts 

Fucked up 
Strained duct 
I been overdue 
Like dusted lungs 
Swat em in the background 
Process  startup 
Brought up untied and rebooted it over 

Strapped around and dragging it back on the mud 
All taste just happen to numb 
My tongue mistaken 
Breathing now at the ground 
No cunt but treating shit like a bitch

Tokyo Lights [Prod. Istasha]

Istasha The Scrub

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