Ropes ft. Robin Black, Illydreez & Illy G Lyrics

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

Fuck 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 fuck with people that already got everything

So life is the only meaning, and that's something you're not taking

Yeah, fuck 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

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