Prod. YCK

Faded and tainted hate to complain
But I don’t give a fuck bout changing my ways
Gone rogue for the siege I’m a different kind of breed
Kept aimless ain’t an easy mind to read
Praise ain’t given nah bitch that is earned
Take a glance at the charts for the ones I haven’t heard
Pumping and dumping they’re plugging all up and coming
And any kind of promoting is still amounting to nothing
Decreasing the percentages ripping off our appendages
Arm and a leg I give so I’m remaining competitive
In a circus and theater that’s fucking full of the dreamers
And imma break it to you cause I know that you will not be up
I can’t back you there ain’t no vacuum at the top
Better cover what you got tattooed at the shop
Sets will dissolve and your crew will disband
It was known from the start that you didn’t have a chance

Salt in the wound
But I am removed
From the scene that tries to claim me
Faults of my own
Imma end up alone
From the ones that still do hate me

Scene full of crooks whole flows they took
Put you someplace so they don’t know where to look
In my conviction I’ve betrayed the oath
I’m becoming the thing that’s been pushing us both
Proximal time in the dilation matters
Don’t wanna be here check the migration pattern
This city’s doping can’t grapple with facts
We’ll rebuild from the remnants and restart from scratch
Taunts and attacks mean shit 
Carve at the neck then split
Strangled suppression I’m dumping the weapon
While you got the time better count up your blessings
Division dissection reduction and severance
Laid up I’m motionless we’re just degenerates
Posted supplying the culture with toxins
Bidding for freedom it’s put up for auction

Salt in the wound
I am removed
From the scene that tries to claim me
From the scene that tries to claim me
Faults of my own
Ending up alone
From the ones that still do hate me
From the ones that still do hate me

Heretic

Salt in the Wound

GLASS TEETH

prod. istasha

LYRICS:

TWENTYTHREE:

Leave the head at feet of a tree, no need for it now 
I believe what I’ve seen 
Face in the leaves, so I wait for defeat, 
I’m a mess at the best won’t reach what I seek 
I’ve been out of pocket for a minute 
fall for it first, buck shot if they winning 
Don’t wake, imma die before I finish
No detox, down in the dirt and stay missing 

New stains on a pistol grip 
Follow me I know where we both won’t slip 
Bitch, new blade, this a house made shiv 
Running out of place and I pray I don’t trip 
For a minute, till I’m back down 
No brain in the last round
Stay awake, new stage for the hand out 
Chains hangin’ in the way of a packed crowd
I’m a lost cause, full frame on the flat ground

Fall back, no false track, reload until I fall flat 
Stay on that, all combat, they talking just to stall facts 

ISTASHA:
Dead but I pay no fare
Hopping on boat like I just don’t care 
Stay swimming in the river 
One taste don’t dare
Never waste away 
On my grave, I swear

I don’t mean to paint you up in any way
You feed the pain
Your colours gonna fade
Like gradients 
Your mind away like it’s awol 

Leaves that froze on my skin never grow 
Canine teeth 
Grab the throat up to my neck 
Fill the rope

TWENTYTHREE X ISTASHA - GLASS TEETH

Sink into the dead of night
Demons come alive
Belly of the beast don't you dare slip inside
Ain’t nowhere to go
When your body froze
This a lucid nightmare all up in your dome, oh no

It's so very frightening
When the reaper right there
Feel his wretched eyes stare
Right into your fucking soul

It's so very frightening
When the reaper right there
Feel his wretched eyes stare
Right into your fucking soul

Sleep paralysis
That demon sitting on your chest
Watch him gently reach out, arms akimbo
Gripping around your neck
Bite into your flesh like a motherfucking cannibal
Tryna yell out for help 
But no words come out your mandible

Look into the demon’s eyes ever so closely
Recognise you in the presence of your very own ghost
It tryna take you from this world and bring you some place else
Where you don’t feel no pain or feel insane no more

DEAD!
 
You gon feel the pressure stabbing in, no acupuncture
When the entity is crawling in your motherfucking stomach
 
Ahhh
Making your way out the simulation
Is it real or hallucination?
Now you deep in the void 
Hear the beast make a noise
Ain’t no time for no hesitations now
To go toe-to-toe with your ghost
Ain’t nobody gonna take control but yourself  
Gotta break, gotta break, gotta break out this cell
Kill all these creatures and get out of hell

(GASPS)

Sink into the dead of night
Demons come alive   
Belly of the beast don't you dare slip inside
Ain’t nowhere to go
When your body froze
This a lucid nightmare all up in your dome, oh no
   
It's so very frightening
When the reaper right there
Feel his wretched eyes stare
Right into your fucking soul

▶️ LYRIC VIDEO

DEAD OF NIGHT 🌙 Prod. DAEGHO x FLXTLINE 🌙

Swallowing Centipedes

Istasha The Scrub - Hesitation Is The Feet

Istasha The Scrub - Barbed Wire Braces

Prod by @arqbeats

Leaning on the bad side
Calling me for help
When Im in shit
On the first night
No one gave a fuck
Till I collapsed
Need a new sign
Something which will help me get a grip
But Im too far
Suicidal note 

Im off to
Bad side bad side
Killing me inside
Cuz Im a parasite, parasite
Hate myself to core
I need a fat line fat line
Nose all white
Till I forget 
Bout my whole life
But im off to

But Im off to
Bad side bad side
Killing me inside
Cuz Im a parasite, parasite
Hate myself to core
I need a fat line fat line
Nose all white
Till I forget 
Bout my whole life
But im off to
But im off to

'Nother visit nther pill
Chokin for another thrill
Breaking down in a park
And it's getting darker	
All the dillusions 
Are bringing me peace

Visions of people
They all a disease
Can't trust a soul
Unless i got the keys
Hunderts of locks
They are broken to pieces
Fuck it all up
Ima bring to jesus

Non stop going
I cannot return
Too far down
No one's breaking the fall
Im done with this mess
Too fucking distressed
Chasing the buisness
Without a call

Just making music
So I don't lose it 
Karma's a bitch
I can never refuse it
Talentless fuck 
That is trying to prove shit
But I can but I can never abuse this

Can't rap can't sing cannot write
Bitch I aint got anything to hide
Im in a fight and am all by myself
Hate everything that I did and it's out

Hope that it passes
Enjoyed by the masses
It's only a dream
That is filled with the doubt

Changing my voices
Into them verses
That is my blueprint
To get them out

(seven)(seven)(seven)
(seven)(seven)(seven)
(seven)(se-)

Plant a seed of felony
We are all the same in here
Broken hearted, broke apart
Never got to put it up
Always tryna find a way
Always tried to be the best
Broken hearted broke apart
This is getting lil hard

Plant a seed of felony
We are all the same in here
Broken hearted, broke apart
Never got to put it up
Always tryna find a way
Always tried to be the best
Broken hearted broke apart
This is getting lil hard

Im off to
Bad side bad side
Killing me inside
Cuz Im a parasite, parasite
Hate myself to core
I need a fat line fat line
Nose all white
Till I forget 
Bout my whole life
But im off to

But Im off to
Bad side bad side
Killing me inside
Cuz Im a parasite, parasite
Hate myself to core
I need a fat line fat line
Nose all white
Till I forget 
Bout my whole life
But im off to
But im off to

Bad Side (prod. ArQ)

stream/download: https://symphony.to/ethan-ross/dontrepeatthistoanyone-single

Don'tRepeatThisToAnyone

stream/download

DontRepeatThisToAnyone (w/ Istasha)

The Fennex Name Is Defiance

WANDERING MAUSOLEUM

TWENTYTHREE, ISTASHA - WANDERING MAUSOLEUM

A THREAD OF LIGHT

TWENTYTHREE, Istasha - PATCHWORK SPIDERS

This album is a pile of noise, rage, and broken breath.
Born from street anger, basement shows, and zero compromise.

Fast riffs, violent drums, and dual vocals tearing each other apart —
thrash metal colliding with punk and hardcore chaos.

No polish.
No gods.
No peace.

This is not made to be clean.
This is made to be felt in the pit.

Turn it loud or turn it off.

Bad Side (prod. ArQ)

Venfex