Ishtar, Reprise

[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 recеive a reverеnce

[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