1. |
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“Ishtar as a Boy / Sirenflies” (ft. Helvetica the Mage & Des Jay)
produced by Ishtar Sr.
[Chorus: Ishtar Sr.]
Boy became ishtar, the process was divine
Boy became ishtar, the process was divine
Boy became ishtar, the process was divine Boy became ishtar, the process was divine
[Verse 1: Ishtar Sr.]
Ishtar the senior you can’t tame that one
Try with all your might you cannot flame that one
My dress like regal plumage and my jewels glisten
Cooped up in my stoop kitchen, dude lusting with juice dripping
[Prechorus: Helvetica the Mage]
Get my shit
Apply that pressure, turn off the lights
Impatiently waiting for the beautiful and ugly
Get my shit
Apply that pressure, turn off the lights
Impatiently waiting for the beautiful and ugly
[Chorus: Ishtar Sr.]
Boy became ishtar, the process was divine
Boy became ishtar, oh the process was divine
Boy became ishtar, oh this process was divine
Boy became ishtar, oh the process was divine
[Postchorus: Des Jay]
Oooo
Dystopia, bound a love and
Nooo
Utopia, bound by a hatred
[Outro: Ishtar Sr.]
That’s what the sirens told me
That’s what the sirens told me
That’s what the sirens told me
That’s what the sirens told me
That’s what the sirens told me
That’s what the sirens told me
That’s what the sirens told me
That’s what the sirens told me
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2. |
2700
02:30
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“2700”
produced by Ishtar Sr.
[Verse 1]
Sick world we occupy
Hard enough for the average, let alone the androgynous automaton
Full of androids slaughtering in post-dystopian Philadelphia
Precedents laid are cyclical and sickening
Tech penetrates all activities
Trap in the suburbs and a trap in the streets
Population plugged in, no need for a fat simile for a facsimile
All actions must be shared in feeds
Leaders say it's fair to me
From birth to burial, we're always trapped
We're used to the scheme so we all praise that
A twisted world devoid of contact and love
Yah is sure pulling out his Death contract above
[Hook]
Androids dream
Of electric rabbit magic wands
Androids dream
Of electric rabbit magic wands
Androids dream, androids dream
Of electric rabbit magic wands
[Bridge]
Tripping off the Black Meat
They harbor lust for black meat
Tripping off the Black Meat
They harbor lust for black meat
[Verse 2]
Sprint through town
And hear the horny hanger-on's wicked howls
Fiending to Phillip K. Dick you down
Scramble suit toggled in case of taking their backstrokes
You'll need them for when the city's under sea level
Streets bevelled from erosion
Feet pounding the pavement
Scream loud and awaken the scene's crowds if you're taken
Wasn't just robo-concubine, it was your only cousin snatched
Thrown behind the spice kilos in the stolen hovercraft
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3. |
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“Technomancers”
produced by Ishtar Sr.
[Verse 1]
Legion of warrior spacemen
Shielding the storage from laymen
Young man, this is the last chance for
Technologically advanced war
Are you copping that magitech?
Supernaturally catching wreck
Download patterns for casting hex
Look like a krogan from Mass Effect
Threaten the colony I call them forces
Not the team that you're wanting war with
All you lot should forfeit and conform to my lordess
The force is gorgeous
[Chorus]
We get it popping like technomancers
Light a nigga up like technomancers
Fire upon you like technomancers
Expose ya gut like belly dancers
We get it popping like technomancers
Light a nigga up like technomancers
Fire upon you like technomancers
Expose ya gut like belly dancers
[Verse 2]
Nah don't talk bout bodying the ‘Paul
Pin that body on the wall
Nah don't talk ‘bout the goddess at all
I'll lay down all y'all for the law
6'2" Vishnu popping off the jaw
In a pinch you get two martyrs with the swords
'Fore the sin moves in you, call out bismallah
My kid, you are Pingu cotching on the floor
(We we we) we might be mercenaries
See man, see my team isn't airy
Pique this team, they be visionaries (aw)
Technoid beam through ya seam it'll tear him
The powers of my clan horrifyingly awesome
Defy us and you’ll fry where you walk bruh
Got it twisted like helical structures
I really don't fuck with your team or any others
[Chorus]
We get it popping like technomancers
Light a nigga up like technomancers
Fire upon you like technomancers
Expose ya gut like belly dancers
We get it popping like technomancers
Light a nigga up like technomancers
Fire upon you like technomancers
Expose ya gut like belly dancers
We get it popping like technomancers
Light a nigga up like technomancers
Fire upon you like technomancers
Expose ya gut like belly dancers
We get it popping like technomancers
Light a nigga up like technomancers
Fire upon you like technomancers
Expose ya gut like belly dancers
We get it popping like...
-instrumental break-
[Chorus]
We get it popping like technomancers
Light a nigga up like technomancers
Fire upon you like technomancers
Expose ya gut like belly dancers
We get it popping like technomancers
Fire upon you like technomancers
Light a nigga up like technomancers
Expose ya gut like belly dancers
We get it popping like technomancers
Light a nigga up like technomancers
Fire upon you like technomancers
Expose ya gut like belly dancers
We get it popping like technomancers
Fire upon you like technomancers
Light a nigga up like technomancers
Expose ya gut like belly dancers
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4. |
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“Courtship (Discotheque I)”
produced by Ishtar Sr.
[Verse 1]
Post-invasion thirst for social interaction
Spacegoer makes it in the discotheque
Those unearthly music systems
He had never heard these rhythms
They laid eyes on he
He on they
Be entree
They laid eyes on he
He on they
Be entree
Ayy, ayy
[Verse 2]
A nightclub fit for extra dimensions
Abstract realms without transgressions
Pulled them to the otherworldly dancefloor
Both knowing the intentions were pure
Unforgettable, joyous thus far
And they'd progress to coitus rushed hard
Bathroom stall shenanigans
Gambling on handling love handles
Hickey bruise game you managing
Both of y’all got stiffies like mannequins
First time bottomed, he planned the shit
That nigga just scored a dub
That rush was better than drugs
Chortles concealed by the treble in the club
[Verse 3]
His partner pulled him back to the quiet space
They told him of the last guy that tried to taste
Their reply to his pushiness?
“Easy with the hostilities, fucker
I’ve been hounded by all these dudes who tryna bang”
But pleasure was his game, he said let’s kick it and hang
“Looking for a blood rush then you can get it while you hang
Guardian of the Stars in Heaven
Story arc that I carved in the arch impressive
You focused on the romp, forget it
Yes I’m etched in stone, that’s the goddess presence
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5. |
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“Jazz House Exit (Discotheque II)”
produced by Savan DePaul
[Verse 1l]
After hours, the discotheque front
Part of an evening I’d never forget once
Eyes glued to you like i depended on it
I put the eight pointed star on it
The moment I realised that servant play was tantalizing
Was the moment he left something at the dance (I’ll find it)
On the same death-ridden block that I grew on
I started a path that I’ve seen few on
[Verse 2]
I left a piece of myself behind
Laid all out on discotheque floors
That union we bore I've not done before
So if I could pick your mind
Sir could you see yourself as mine in the future?
The subject I long for, the only being needed
I see the most in you, I see the cosmos in you
Since I got close to you
[Verse 3]
My shapely arm
My shapely arm
Your eight-pointed star
That connection to space beyond
Towards Venus and a pantheon
Take the charm
Place it on my shapely arm
[Outro]
They saw cosmos in him
They solved the most in him since they got that close to him
They saw cosmos in him
They solved the most in him since they got that close to him
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6. |
Operation Cocoon Kill
02:12
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“Operation Cocoon Kill”
produced by Ishtar Sr.
[Verse 1]
Ecdysis the goal
Mired within the cold
Imma break the cocoon
Can’t thrive while bathing in doom
Operation
Cocoon kill
[Chorus 1]
Lordosis first, copulation second
Then it’s exit
Back to connection
Lordosis first, copulation second
Then it’s exit
Back to connection
[Verse 2]
Levítical code statement?
I feel that shit so ancient
You think that it’s so sacred taking dick as lone maiden?
Crudeness notwithstanding
I render cohorts not standing
The most fantastic damage
[Chorus 2]
Group coping first, revolution second
Then it’s exit
Back to connection
Group coping first, revolution second
Then it’s exit
Back to connection
[Verse 3]
The joy that’s prescribed to coital alignment
Holds more worth than diamonds
You fucking puritans should try it
A cocoon to me is just a decrepit dwelling
So why is its influence swelling?
Destiny calling like a homing beacon
No retreating
These attitudes have to go this evening
No need for judgment or insults
Never in my life have I deemed the missionary sinful, shit
But forget the shit that I wrote
No zygote but I quote “convulsions left us wide bro”
And once crescendo is reached
We’ll excise you rape culture vultures like a leech
Preach!
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7. |
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“Johnson's Plight”
produced by Ishtar Sr.
[Verse]
Young boy born
Young boy grew at DePaul's rate
Angels preened him with assurance
Started life as humble fruit
Possessed heavenly form
Love was where he was all based
Struck the mind as alluring
For DePaul, this was something new
[Refrain 1]
A beaming light that life craved for
Who knew that was all faked?
Johnson's plight was to wage war
And point guns in our face
[Bridge]
Our face, our face, our face
Johnson’s plight
Johnson’s plight
[Refrain 2]
Was it the stress of street mandem?
Was it the ''fuck the police" anthems-anthems?
Was it life starting to seep anger?
Either way the image was corrupted
And then y’all sit wishing we could save him
Survivor's guilt sinking through the brain stem
Descended to caged rat from made men
[Prechorus]
A beam of light that life craved for
Who knew that was all faked?
Johnson's plight was to wage war
And point guns in our face
[Prechorus]
A beam of light that life craved for
Who knew that was all faked?
A beam of light that life craved for
Who knew that was all faked?
[Refrain 2]
Was it the stress of street mandem?
Was it the ''fuck the police" anthems?
Was it life starting to seep anger?
Either way the image was corrupted
And then y’all sit wishing we could save him
Survivor's guilt sinking through the brain stem
Descended to caged rats from made men
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8. |
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“Divine Ecdysis” (ft. Peachy Ivy & Asteri)
produced by quima
written by Savan DePaul & Asteri
[Intro: Ishtar Sr.]
Slow my pace
And molt for days
From toe to face
And I hope to stay
I’ve been known to skate
(Wing wing wing wing)
And just float away (Wing wing wing wing)
And just float away (Wing wing wing wing)
And just float away
[Verse 1: Ishtar Sr.]
Molten core is all but deceased
Holy forms will crawl from the sheets
Blessed be the deities highest
Hatching from divine ecdysis
Innana came straight out the cocoon
Hopped from Terran fields to the Martian dunes (unh)
Blessed be the deities highest
Winged cicada goddess be the flyest
[Verse 2: Peachy Ivy]
Owning every aspect of my being, not fleeing
My god, the queer god, the gay god
My god, the bi god, the straight god
Who is god? The trans god, the pan god
Enby god, woman god, man god
My god, the queer god, the gay god
My god, the bi god, the straight god
Who is god? The trans god, the pan god
Enby god, woman god, man god
[Verse 3: Peachy Ivy]
Some neighbors didn’t reach that conclusion
Trying to snatch our dreams and remove ‘em
Some neighbors didn’t reach that conclusion
Once that hatred is defeated we keep moving
[Outro: Asteri]
Oh I’m wicked baby
(Old mold, old mold)
Oh I’m wicked baby
(Old mold, old mold)
Oh I’m wicked baby
(Old mold, old mold)
Oh I’m wicked baby
(Old mold, old mold)
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9. |
Tammuz (feat. Leah Hart)
02:46
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“Tammuz” (ft. Leah Hart)
produced by Ishtar Sr.
written by Ishtar Sr.
[Chorus 1: Leah Hart]
Strange and taboo
This vibe will catch you
At least for once, I can do what I want
Let feeling and materials entrap you
[Verse: Ishtar Sr.]
True intention number one
Chat up the beauty beside you
They invite you
What is gained from having this done?
Letting loose the dark urges that pry to
The shadows that hide you
An age old tradition of man
Ye old dicken-the-hand
Bisecting the triangle is your goal
She wants penile swole plus soul
You just beckon for the hole
That’s surely hella bold
Believe we got plenty roles in our beginner SM quotes
Oh oh ohh
First was the pompoir from kegel muscle
Voyeur, oy vey that’s a kinky struggle
They’ve ruled out the brachioproctic insertion
But they haven’t done the hetero frottage in person
Satisfactory? I’d hope more so
That’s a lot of work in grinding torsos
Wash up, hit the sack, and complete the rest
Wake up, leave fast, and repeat again
[Chorus 1: Leah Hart]
Strange and taboo
This vibe will catch you
At least for once, I can do what I want
Let feeling and materials entrap you
[sample]
I bet you’d love to be dominated, wouldn’t you?
[Bridge: Ishtar Sr.]
If I was her and she was him and he was me
Where would we be?
If I was her and she was him and he was me
Where would we be?
If I was her and she was him and he was me
Where would we be?
[Chorus 2: Leah Hart & Ishtar Sr.]
Bind / crease / seize / jump
Wind / please / greet / hug
Tie / leash / plead / cum
Blind / beat / freak / love
Bind / crease / seize / jump
Wind / please / greet / hug
Tie / leash / plead / cum
Blind / beat / freak / love
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10. |
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“Postnorm” (ft. Don’t Do It, Neil)
produced by Ishtar Sr. & Don’t Do It, Neil
[Verse 1: Don’t Do It, Neil]
The fuck did you say?
A girl isn’t soft, a girl is a blade
Fuck did you say?
Throwback to the times of the feeling that you gave me
The fuck did you say?
A girl isn’t soft, a girl is a blade
Fuck did you say?
Throw back the knives, a bitch isn’t playing
[Verse 2: Ishtar Sr.]
Mutate and shift how I feel
Fuck a norm if it ain’t real
Break out that prison at will
Plastic or linen or steel
I flex bad bitch and be chill
Mutate and shift how I feel
Fuck a norm if it ain’t real
Break out that prison at will
Plastic or linen or steel
I flex bad bitch and be chill
Chill, chill, chill
[Coda: Don’t Do It, Neil & Ishtar, Sr.]
I got something to prove
I’m making moves
Done with that, sit there and brood
Making that gender shit true
We all got something to prove
Killing your past is a mood
Transcending the bullshit you spewed
I define what it means to be dude
Expand possibilities
Just let us breathe
Longing to thrive within peace
Bet DDIN agree
I’ll be what I wanna be
Fuck all your binaries, please
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11. |
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“Resonance (Discotheque III)”
produced by Ishtar Sr.
[instrumental]
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12. |
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“Divine Fury” (ft. Asteri & GARDNSOUND)
produced by GARDNSOUND & Ishtar Sr.
instrumental mixing by GARDNSOUND & Ishtar Sr.
vocal engineering by Savan DePaul
drums by Savan DePaul
[Verse 1: Ishtar Sr.]
I've seen a man go down in a blaze of glory
Plenty of men in fact, the sight was gory
I've seen the famine and death sent from far beyond my view
Poor souls yelling no no no, but there's nothing I can do
You’ve reached Thelemic Pagan Infatuation ending
Took a dip in your whip - fender fatal bending
[Verse 1: Ishtar Sr.]
passed the phase of Tammuz's submission
And the days of her and Lady Death tribbing
Once again rose from the gates as furious
And murderous, with many words to print
Starving your homeland slowly
Akkadian queen left lonely
Strip me of all the garments, bitch?
I'll bring disease and sterility to all you pricks
And on your pricks - no copulation
And that’s Across the whole entire population
That whole bodily function I'm confiscating
That's right, no ovulating
Fuck stopping there, y'all get checked off
Fuck a bull of heaven, I got a dreadnought
Enough about the dresses, my charms are bent dark
You want get off, you gotta get offed
Fuck y’all!
[Verse 2: Asteri Aliaj]
I wear a mask as green as rotten fruit
Gimme your soul, gimme your hopes
I’ll blend and rot them too
I wear a mask as green as rotten fruit
Gimme your soul, gimme your hopes
I’ll blend and rot them too
I wear a mask as green as rotten fruit
Gimme your soul, gimme your hopes
I’ll blend and rot them too
I wear a mask as green as rotten fruit
Gimme your soul, gimme your hopes
I’ll blend and rot them too
[Verse 3: Ishtar Sr.]
Was it anything that we might have muttered?
Maybe it was Tammuz, he might have stuttered
Was it the cosmic boy, was it my Johnson
It wasn’t me / it wasn’t me / I’m sure not that monster
Which male figure misused his muse now?
Once again we aim and shoot the truth down
In favor of our flavor of misogyny
Defaced her, then placed her rump on top of D
These capers, we think of later but show dishonesty
And later we would pay for acting irresponsibly
Her lasers burn us to vapors, no slow job to me
The greater of our saviors will rise atop her seat
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13. |
Cyberfuck Renaissance
02:51
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“Cyberfuck Renaissance”
produced by Ishtar Sr.
[Verse 1]
The next step in amorous evolution
Not machine metal screwing desperate human
Ethical boundaries they downplaying
(Deep-fake face is the rage)
Ethical boundaries they downplaying
(...they can’t wait for the day)
Ethical boundaries they downplaying
(...when it’s within the range of their pay)
Voyeurs asking for an app
Pixel denial fetish kin downloading flash
Hint of disease low, Trojan horse higher
No syphilis but for sure wires
Phallic plugin will get ya more wired
[Prechorus]
Bank account is tantamount to harlot present
Ain’t handing out a fair amount of contraceptives
Cuz I got plenty of tools to cybersex with
And I got plenty of suitors I’m selecting
Cybersex is nothing
They call me Cunt Hoffa
Two tongues with two Trojans tucked proper
[Chorus 1]
Don't you know what's going on
Renaissance of getting off
Don't you know what's going on
Renaissance of getting off
[Verse 2]
Underground fuck club looking like a cubicle
Studio poon is truly cool
Fuck a suicide booth, this is what sells
Damn! Patriarchy make us form shells
Adjacent chatroom, the dude in the strap wept
How’d the fed hear your leather slap flesh
Millions of simultaneous orgasm splash threads
Entries they might cap them
Industry invaded intimacy
It’s been industrialized since our infancy
Yay! Website traffic
Probably helped by the bodies they were trafficking
[Chorus 2]
Ain’t no soul in the machine
Industry broke us at the seams
Widgets poke at self esteem
Please hold me closely when we sleep
‘Cause Cameras close, so we ain’t free
Ain’t no soul in the machine
Industry broke us at the seams
Widgets poke at self esteem
Please hold me closely when we sleep
‘Cause Cameras close, so we ain’t free
Ain’t no soul in the machine
Industry broke us at the seams
Widgets poke at self esteem
Pull blankets over when we freak
‘Cause cameras on and we ain’t free
Ain’t no soul in the machine
Pull blankets over when we freak
No camera pose for them to see
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14. |
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“Century Of The $eXxX Symbol”
produced by Ishtar Sr.
[Verse 1]
Motormouths get mega press
Crawl back under the rock or get pressed
All my letters are scarlet, I ain’t no harlot
After I delivered the verse I felt the postpartum
[Chorus]
I drop a solo and script a scheme in 40 ways
Drop it so low it could distract Jesus in the 40 days
[Verse 2]
Post-Mesopotamian
Flow readily alien
So destined to take the win
Codes nestled in safety bins
No sex for the fakest kin
No text with the laziest
Oh heavens you taking this
No “skets” what you say to this?
[Mantra]
Run finger through hair
Seven gates stripped me bare
All of my kink be shared
All on my lips, she’s there
All on my lips, he’s there
Calmly I lick, prepare
Watch as I drip, he’s there
All of my kink be shared
All on my lips, she’s there
All on my lips, he’s there
Calmly I lick, prepare
Watch as I drip, he’s there
We there
Breathe where, breathe where
[Chorus]
I drop a solo and script a scheme in 40 ways
Drop it so low it could distract Jesus in the 40 days
I drop a solo and script a scheme in 40 ways
Drop it so low it could distract Jesus in the 40 days
I drop a solo and script a scheme in 40 ways
Drop it so low it could distract Jesus in the 40 days
I drop a solo and script a scheme in 40 ways
Drop it so low it could distract Jesus in the 40 days
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15. |
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“Rotifer Funk” (ft. Luna Harley)
produced by Ishtar Sr.
[Verse 1: Ishtar Sr.]
Used to be conscious of my disability
Used to be conscious of earthly fertility
Sank into feelings of doubt about everything
They done told me I wasn't worth anything
Am I the beast that Dali once portrayed?
Longing to be the artist that Salvador became
As my abstract form corrodes under UV
Preferring the paintbrush and art over the toolie
Am I the surrealist that sketches the muse?
With distorted thoughts of head breaking through
Chasing that idea of stimulant feeling
Reaching a zenith that's seen as revealing
[Verse 2: Luna Harley]
Been in this place for too long
Sold my jewels for all the knowledge known
Got a holiday, a getaway
And paradise is just a flight away, yeah
I’m gonna do this for myself, yeah
Coast cruising in the neon light
Night sky was a smooth ride
Soul searching for the right time
Got that love in the twilight
[Outro: Ishtar Sr.]
I ask this because I'm on a mission
To achieve ecstasy
My detractors don't matter now
Just fulfill my destiny
(My destiny)
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16. |
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“Ishtar, Reprise” (ft. CODEi)
produced by Ishtar Sr.
[Verse 1: Ishtar Sr.]
Formerly Innana, I am femme fatale
Straight from the underworld I leapt from clouds
Now I run the cult of sacred harlotry
I should woo you all and raid your armories
Gilgamesh didn’t take my hand, who might?
We could romp in ecstasy for several days and nights
Best to put the bull of heaven to bed
Definite threat to the mission of the head
Now hold on, lemme explain the motive
Didn’t end my life before I quoted
I’m looking for the most spiritual essence
For your participation receive a reverence
[Verse 2: CODEi]
I'll never find what I'm looking for
Jeopardizing my goodness for
This dark image
Hope didn’t cross the path that I drifted
Trope for a common rapper, not this kid
Struggling with the force of love
Will It ever be us?
I can’t stop feeling helplessly
And-at-one point
I started to understand my place
When to say what's too real, when to animate
Boredom this high, it'll span decades
Through the moralless lies of the bland sex age
And a martyr will rise with a plan, that’s fate
To reform a sick mind cause I share that pain
Now your flow in sync
With me again
Send your rhythm, then we’re feelin like we livin’ again
Finally, no more sleepin’ to the death of me,
Still climbing higher every time that my best is reached
I’m free
[Chorus 1: Ishtar Sr.]
Heathenistic goddess
Heed the mistress awesome
People witness awesome
People witness awesome
Heathenistic goddess
Heed the mistress awesome
People witness awesome
People witness awesome
Heathenistic goddess
Heed the mistress awesome
People witness awesome
People witness awesome
Heathenistic goddess
Heed the mistress awesome
People witness awesome
People witness awesome
[Verse 3: Ishtar Sr.]
Finally free
Time’s beneath me
The expanse of heaven is open to see
Eight-pointed star
Slay boy with bar
Past the blood and bone I rose as lordess Ishtar
[Bridge: Ishtar Sr.]
Screw a concubine, lewd and awesome, ‘Kay?
Who’s a concubine? You are ultimate
Rudeness on the mind, beauty on the hips
Brutal on the life, soothing on the tip
Brutal on your eye, broodish on your lip
On your lip
[Chorus 2: Ishtar Sr.]
Praise the gods of sexwork
Praise the god for sex work
Hating on the expert
Make a fucker’s chest burst
Praise the god of sexwork
Praise the god for sex work
Hating on the expert
Make a fucker’s chest burst
[Verse 4: Ishtar Sr.]
I’m not just trying to stimulate the frenulum
I’m Tryna reach a higher mind frame & level up
Straight to a nebula where we become settled dust
I standby until ash is what's left of us
Reprisal of former glory thought by all
Sought by all, sometimes through assault - my god
Oh my god, y’all better exalt idol
I want icon, I’m Ishtar and you’ve caught my charm
Here’s my pipe song, aight don?
Aight don
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Savan DePaul // Ishtar Sr. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
she/they/dey pronouns
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