Ropes (feat. Robin Black, Illydreez & Illy G)

Barbed wire throne, cut so clean Riding hotwired drones out of blood soaked dreams Pockets swell need bagged ice, ill advised to chastise Get your throat slit like cat eyes, eat rib eyes with rabbis Did I come off strong? Writing word bubbles for motherfuckers with cut off tongues And I'm glad you never showed to shows, now I know the ropes Bout to reach into my big bag of I told ya so's Homicidal rival smokin mother's bibles open Try to cope, light a smoke, an ibuprofen I suppose Microphones got me in a zone that I am all alone in Adderall for breakfast and my dinner, melatonin Cigar chomping, scar flauntin, give me a bomb beat So I can shit on the city that stomped me Flow in hopes that we grow, let go like a catapult Ocean view from the patio, off emotional collateral Choke, Choke, Choke, Choke, Choke, Tying the rope, I'm in control I am the fire and smoke, turning the iron to gold The science, the scope, the quiet they quote Choke, choke, The fire is stoked, thowwed Over the dose, the only iota of hope is to go for the throat Choke, Choke, Choke, Choke, Choke, Tying the rope, I'm in control I am the fire and smoke, turning the iron to gold The science, the scope, the quiet they quote Choke, choke, The fire is stoked, thowwed Over the dose, the only iota of hope is to go for the throat Barbed wire throne, cut so clean Riding hot wired drones out of blood soaked dreams F*ck that Choke, Choke, Choke, Choke, Choke, Tying the rope, I'm in control I am the fire and smoke, turning the iron to gold The science, the scope, the quiet they quote Choke, choke, The fire is stoked, thowwed Over the dose, the only iota of hope is to go for the throat After this, I'ma have a lot of haters Flick these doobie rappers, cause they foo fugazi shakers Their words ain't mean nothing nigga Cause they done came from paper And boy, I be sick, and I don't need a remedy Flows eat them like spiders to them babies No feelings in my feelings, cause these niggas ain't trusting Bout to f*ck with people that already got everything So life is the only meaning, and that's something you're not taking Yeah, f*ck this battle, brain chatter Wipe this mic, Tyson, rattle, breathe In harmony, rattlesnake tendencies Stone cold stunner remedies Playing rope-a-dope with a double dutch Last crush, let me see what's in that bag, what you got for lunch I got a hunch, I got a hunch We finna eat, we finna feed Consuming all these punk ass weak emcees This ain't no standard meen, gasoline, dirty agua Choke Choke Choke Consumed by drama Choke Choke Choke Understanding dharma Choke Choke Choke Wishing for peace Choke Choke Choke Wishing release Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke Choke