Delivering casual bragging and boasting from a female's perspective that loves women and wants to put whipped cream on a dancers ass. Inspired by people who have done me wrong.

WhipLash™

GLOCK OUT - GHOST ft. BOSSY & ISCAH

Woman is God. Give credit where it is due.

Divine She

Whipped this up quick with my homeboy Jesse. It's basically a freestyle with adlibs. Heavy on the autotune and the emotional detachment.

Real Rude - iscah 999

With this track I decided to try something new. This genre has peaked my interest for some time now, so I wanted to have a go at it myself. The message on the surface can be interpreted however, but the underlying theme is a deep inclination of self love. I want the listener to really feel the song and think about what they deserve to give themselves, which is acceptance and love. The “mantra” here is “no more crying.” Surely crying is inevitable, but basically, the idea is no more beating yourself up, no more sadness, you can trust me, you can trust you.

Mantra - iscah 999

Don't Want My Love

An anti-vday anthem, this track is all about leaving a pest of a partner behind and embracing your inner dark goddess; as you transcend the mortal ways of codependency, you soon realize that the world is yours. All you ever needed was you! Tune in and be sure to check out the video on YouTube.

Next You

Today I hopped on this beat by RD_17 from England. I freestyled then sent it to my homie Soundbyte Engineering so he could work his magic, and I rearranged it a bit and gave some input as well. Together we made it into an actual song. Here are the words:
Iscah
Freestyle
Ski ski ski
I was born to prosper
Just might win an Oscar 
Mask off all the imposters
Slip up once and you lost her
I don’t need no foster 
Hit a lick, no court-cost hurt
She the cream to my custard
Sweet like banana foster, yeah
I picked her up
And I dropped her
No cupping, I’m a saucer
No capping, flying saucer 
She wanna bust it down
She can; it doesn’t really matter
The Zaza I do savor
She put it in the paper, yeah
Yeah, I’m laughing till my face hurts
We don’t do no favors
Got a problem
You just call my lawyer
Or my banker
Fuck a rat and a traitor
I call it like I see her 
Snake in the grass
I just eat her
Bow down bitch I’m lethal
Carnivorous creature
Sharpen fangs till teeth hurt
Yeah, you new believer.
Open wide like a receiver.
She a nasty bitch
I beat her till I bleed her
All over my two seater
That bitch choking on my heaters
Yeah
You would not want to be her, no
You would not want to be her, no.

Banana Foster Freestyle

Flatbush ZOMBiES - Death

SoDelayed

I'll come back to this part! I've got TONS of meaning behind it that I'd love to share.....
Just uploading now to get this listenable to my soundcloud homies ASAP!!

SoDelayed

SoSkinny

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