Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Gold rope Green robe Bare feet on the ramp, I glow Whole crowd hush when the sage walk slow Tattooed rune on my right shoulder Seen ten queens fall, I got colder Read palms, read plans, read scripts See fear twitch at the edge of your lips [Chorus] I’m the emerald rope sage (sage) Turn the titantron into a page Every step I take, that’s fate Every slap I land, that’s fate You want smoke in the ring? that’s rage But I speak in the tongue of an age You just shout, I engrave Bow down to the emerald rope sage (yeah) [Verse 2] Opp in the mask, but I see her doubt Hear her heart jump louder than the crowd Bell ring once, then the mind goes blank Mine don’t, I’m three moves up the rank Whisper word, make the blood run chill Pressure points, I don’t need brute will Suplex clean, then I sit cross-legged Chant while her whole crew panic [Bridge] [Beat switches to bossa groove] Slow hips by the ropes, I sway (ooh) Soft voice, but I don’t play Ask the stars who runs this stage Every sign spell “sage,” every sign spell “sage” [Chorus] I’m the emerald rope sage (sage) Turn the titantron into a page Every step I take, that’s fate Every slap I land, that’s fate You want smoke in the ring? that’s rage But I speak in the tongue of an age You just shout, I engrave Bow down to the emerald rope sage (hey)
Tags
rap, Hybrid rap crossover: female vocals sliding between icy UK drill delivery and smoky bossa nova phrasing. Minimal, detuned trap bells over 808-weighted low end, sharp hi-hats, and occasional drill slides; choruses lean into syncopated, nylon-string guitar chords and brushed percussion. Energy builds from reserved confidence to arena-size swagger with stacked hook harmonies and subtle crowd shouts., bossa nova, theme, drill
Duration
2:09
Instrumental
No
Created
3/17/2026