Ishtar, Reprise (feat. CODEi)

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 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 feeling 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 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 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 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 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 I'm not just trying to stimulate the frenulum I'm Tryna reach a higher mind frame and 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