Clot

[ Chrous: Istasha ]
I scale the mind
Blocked all that you got
Every word means your losing your spot

Thick in the veins
But the blood doesn't clot
Hemophiliac burdens concern you
But don't give a fuck

Back
Every second I lack
Never see me like the zodiac
Buried in thoughts like amnesiac
Carrying on off the beaten track

[ Verse 1: Na$tii ]
Wanna hate the game
But the game don’t stop
Hanging up a fed
When the charge don’t drop
Put the body bag
In the parking lot
Anarchy season
I’m purging the crop

Bitch what do you got
And what do you need
Changing the spot
Still fixing the fiends
You on the block
I’m in the beast
She gave me top
She begging me please

[ Verse 2: Istasha ]
Popping out my eyes
Underground
Buried wishing I could die twice
All the signs tell me necromancy's nothing for the wise
Make a fucker re think when my body starts to rise

Drop shackles
Bars down
Try you're never leaving

Never detract a motion
I catch you and you ain't breathing

Doubling down the sentence
The words that you are deceiving
The pillars you believe
Leave you in the gutter grieving

[ Chrous: Istasha ]
I scale the mind
Blocked all that you got
Every word means your losing your spot

Thick in the veins
But the blood doesn't clot
Hemophiliac burdens concern you
But don't give a fuck

Back
Every second I lack
Never see me like the zodiac
Buried in thoughts like amnesiac
Carrying on off the beaten track

[ Verse 3: Na$tii ]
Kill bill I cut off head
If we talking
I’m here to collect

Putting you down
In affect
While I’m pulling
Ya tongue out ya neck

Medical I might inject
Fuck reality
I been a wreck

Taking a break from the stress
Means I’m putting a hole
In ya chest

Termination when i pull up
I eliminate ya kin
Said I’m picking up reality
My life is growing thin
Finished w that bitch I gave her man
A Chelsea grin
Bullets they be thumping
Drum stick sound like Chelsea grin