This is a completely de-Bassed version of Prophecy that's so different that it can't honestly share the same name.
lyrics
(Hook) You won't acknowledge me, who you refuse to see. Can't get a good turn or get no good luck. Man, this shit just hurts like a motherfucker. Fulfill the prophecy and keep afflicting me. Can't get a good turn or get no good luck. Man, this shit just hurts like a motherfucker.
- It's lookin' hopeless. I ain't goin' by sight. Lookin' to a hand full of power make it right. Handle these fiends. Crumble these fools. Bring em to their knees for breakin' all the rules. Like phantoms, hidin' in the mist, givin' up the ass and never gettin' kissed. Get a bait and switch, get a fist full of balls. Never hearin' Yah, can't hear Him when He calls. Muffled screams risin' from my heart. Inner man is cryin' 'cuz it tears him all apart. Bloodshed, almost everywhere you see, Freedom ain't for all and it's never comin' free. Busted, with my wiener in the dirt. Didn't fall far, doesn't mean it didn't hurt. Little green men got me drownin' in their greed. Takin' all I got. Takin' everything I need. (to Hook)
-- I walk these streets, like I'm never gettin' old. Walkin' on the blood, what was once paved with gold. Broken hearts from busted dreams. Final words and dying screams. Open for another way to go. Hopin' for a maybe never gonna show. Find a reason, face another day. Find solutions, find another way to beat them: beat em at their own game. Rape their little minds, so they'll never be the same. Bust the code and put it to a rhyme, tweak the plane and travel back in time and change it. Blow a feather in the wind. Travel back forward, see how it ends. Did your dreams come true, are you who you wanna be? Or did the worst come true and you wound up like me? (to Hook)
credits
released January 30, 2016
words and music by Vincent Ciofani
Brooklyn rapper Justo the MC teams up Edinburgh producer to explore pivotal experiences on this album of lo-fi hip hop mixed with jazz. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 16, 2023
