Kyree presents: The Last Prophet

Kyree wrote: Chorus: These thoughts in my mind lost back in the scramble//
Rewind over time lost over stupid things I couldnt handle//
Gamble on life; Im the last prophet//
Journey into my mind for a clean conscience//

Verse 1: When the pen hits scrap, it escalates beyond rap//
Its a fact we’re all artists tryin to paint this picture black//
Plain for the eye to see; Quick for the mind to read//
Hungry souls searchin for something to believe//
Like a body with no heart, there’s no beatin//
And a body with no soul, there’s no feeling//
So when I step up to the mic I know Im sealin my fate//
Concealin the state Im in//
Im broken//
Too many words left unspoken, I try to speak, but Im choken//
Frankenstein with no bolts, no electric flowin, and even less remorse//
Doctor’s done experimentin and his monsters leavin nothin left in his course//
The citizens rise against the force with fire and pitchforks//
Screamin till theyre lungs go hoarse the image starts to contort//
Bendin in shape and twistin in pain//
My mind goes blank the image is leavin my brain//
Thoughts of goin insane phases out the real//
Im stuck standin still, Im a boulder, with no intent to feel//
Or even even scratch the surface, it defeats the purpose//
Knowin that Im worthless, but left with the tools to rework it//
A light without a circuit is a life in the dark//
Needing a spark, but nothin to give it heart//
So I continue to inspire the uninspired//
Cause you look to me to help you regain your smile//

Chorus (2X)

Verse 2: Prophet speakin poetic thoughts, like a ghost in the room, the temperature drops//
But the prophet stays hot with each lyrics dropped//
The flow stays heavy like pollution in airwave daily//
Flippin off the planet while I got the aerosol can sprayin//
Cause life is filled with infinite possibilities//
But life also give empty promises and responsibilities//
The ability to do so much good, but so much harm//
This mind possesses the skill of Pac, Biggie, and LL’s charm//
Nas' lyrical will, and Eminem’s intent to be ill created the path//
Along with Run, Wu, N.W.A., the helped put rap on the map//
Now Kyree is puttin it back//
Givin color to a picture that was white and black//
A reclapse of a climax drawn out over time//
A new answer to these facts stung out with lies//
Hypnotized by eyes starin out in the night//
Lookin upon me now as if I was given them sight//
Encrypted scrips with these lyrical hits causin most to trip//
And Im doin my best to stand tall but these thoughts that I might fall got me losin my grip//
Thinkin that Im gonna slip like a pool of water under each step//
Straight sick cause everytime I spit I cough up strep//
Earn respect where respect is earned//
Those are the words Ive followed since the day they were learned//
And if I ever get disrespect//
Im gonna make sure you look behind your back with each step//

Chorus (2X)

Like a body with no heart, there’s no beatin//
And a body with no soul, there’s no feelin//
And a body with no eyes, there’s no sight//
And a body with no life, has no fight//

YaYa wrote:


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