Wolves at The Gate (Feat. RobotsInTheSky)
add modern weight Scene: A flooded basement beneath a housing project, water dripping from rusted pipes, a lone 12-bit sampler vibrating on a wooden table from the sub-bass, dim green light, Style: hardcore 1990s underground boom bap, raw heavy-bass beat tape, abstract low-end hip hop, Mood: ominous, subterranean, slow-motion tension, cold urban dread, Groove: extreme dragging unquantized swing, lazy slumping head-nod, massive space between snare hits, Drums: bottomless muffled sub-kicks, dusty thick wooden snares, loose dragging hi-hats, heavy shaker-grit, Samples: distorted low-frequency bass drones, eerie muffled cello-stabs, filtered vocal-moans, distant metallic clinks, Texture: massive analog tape saturation, thick vinyl crackle, warm bit-crushed 12-bit grit, low-pass filter focus, Production: minimalist heavy-weight loop, sub-bass dominant, raw unpolished mix, Result: dark subterranean boom bap, crushing slow-motion headnod, impact ad libs.
Wolves at The Gate (Feat. RobotsInTheSky)
add modern weight Scene: A flooded basement beneath a housing project, water dripping from rusted pipes, a lone 12-bit sampler vibrating on a wooden table from the sub-bass, dim green light, Style: hardcore 1990s underground boom bap, raw heavy-bass beat tape, abstract low-end hip hop, Mood: ominous, subterranean, slow-motion tension, cold urban dread, Groove: extreme dragging unquantized swing, lazy slumping head-nod, massive space between snare hits, Drums: bottomless muffled sub-kicks, dusty thick wooden snares, loose dragging hi-hats, heavy shaker-grit, Samples: distorted low-frequency bass drones, eerie muffled cello-stabs, filtered vocal-moans, distant metallic clinks, Texture: massive analog tape saturation, thick vinyl crackle, warm bit-crushed 12-bit grit, low-pass filter focus, Production: minimalist heavy-weight loop, sub-bass dominant, raw unpolished mix, Result: dark subterranean boom bap, crushing slow-motion headnod, impact ad libs.
Lyrics
Intro
Some men pray for mercy…
Some pray for forgiveness…
But the ones who write the ledger?
They don’t pray at all.
Verse 1
Wrap up the rafters, I'm after the chatter//
Brain splatter, it's only a matter of time//
Sicker than most with a slanted rhyme//
Stick to the plan, get what's coming to mind//
Mmmm, she coming for the big money//
She hungry, got them lined up, and drippin honey//
Who want it wit Kid? You's a fucking dummy//
Meld the set and run the deadwood, that's Gin Rummy//
Mad focus, hocus the pocus//
where the smoke?
I got the gas blowing//
Cash flowing, stack it and stash it//
where the fuck is the rats going?//
Pale rider in the dark on the back of a Black Lion//
Pop a pig in the wig, he said "The Black Lying"//
Stuffed in the trunk, pour the black lye in//
Connected at the source, where the black line in//
Hook
Blood on the ledger, we settle the score//
Kick in the door, leave a stain on the floor//
You wanted war? Now the wolves at the gate//
Too little, too late, let the reaper dictate//
Ash in the wind when the barrels ignite//
Names getting carved in the book at night//
Pray if you want, but the devil wants more//
Kick in the door, leave a stain on the floor//
Verse 2
I'm tight with the rhyme scheme//
You living a pipe dream, thinking you can out write me//
You ain't about this, you cap rapping//
Back snapping when the gat start back clapping//
Hustle double when the wolves smell the struggle//
Blood puddle under the rubble, make the pavement see double//
Grave tone....... when I'm speaking on the come-up//
Game sewn....... every thread of the run-up//
Same zone........ where the vultures and the guns up?//
Flame thrown........ when the envy try to "son" up//
Razor for the rhetoric, shredding through a rap sheet//
I'm in a black jeep idling quiet in the back street//
Smoke curl from the A R like a bad omen//
Last moment, when the glass starts to crack open//
Trap closing, hear the latch in the distance//
Black roses for the rats and the snitches//
Hook
Blood on the ledger, we settle the score//
Kick in the door, leave a stain on the floor//
You wanted war? Now the wolves at the gate//
Too little, too late, let the reaper dictate//
Ash in the wind when the barrels ignite//
Names getting carved in the book at night//
Pray if you want, but the devil wants more//
Kick in the door, leave a stain on the floor//