[Intro – Spoken, Echo FX]
Yo…
If this is it...
If I’m done…
Then lemme spit it like it’s my last rehearse.
[Verse 1 – Medium Pace, Cinematic Build-Up]
Look—
I ain't got a script, this ain’t no teleprompted verse,
I’m bleedin’ through the pen like pain reversed in every word,
A curse I rehearsed in a hearse since birth, immersed
In dirt, hurt, searchin’ worth—on Earth, I burst!
Now I’m clingin’ to this mic like my soul’s on bail,
Every bar’s a confession, every flow's my jail,
Had my demons on leash, now they broke the rails,
Tryna box 'em in? They Muhammad Ali'd the scale!
People say "Em, why you spazzin' again?"
‘Cause I choke on regrets when I’m gaspin’ for Zen,
Tried prayin’ to God but he passed me a pen,
Said, “Write till your knuckles snap—then ask me again.”
[Hook – Intense, Anthemic, Layered Vocals]
This is my last rehearse—no encore, no nurse,
If I burst in a verse, it’s a hearse in reverse!
From the pain I dispersed to the flame I immersed,
If I die tonight, I’ll be cursed but I’ll burn unrehearsed!
This is my last rehearse, my past in a verse,
If the stage lights dim, I collapse with the words—
I ain’t askin’ for church, just a match and the earth,
So I can spit fire from the casket I earned!
[Verse 2 – Fast, Aggressive Flow with Multisyllabic Rhymes]
I been battlin’ shadows and shackles since adolescence,
Stressin’ lessons I never learned, it’s a savage sentence,
Every scar's a syllabus, chapters of penance,
With metaphors laced in war—my weapon is pen tips!
They wanna clone my cadence, decode my cadence,
But couldn’t mimic the pain that I load in pages,
I rose from stages with a broken faith and
Still ripped shows like my soul’s contagious!
You don't know what it’s like in my mental basement,
Where the walls talk back and the meds are tasteless,
Where the self-hate’s fed and the bed’s a spaceship—
‘Cause I drift just to ditch all the wreckage I’m faced with!
Got a voice in my head that’s a vicious version,
He scripts every lyric with precision and curses,
Tells me, “One more song, then you’ll lift the burden,”
But I die a little more with each written version!
[Hook – (Repeat with extra background vocals + minor key change)]
This is my last rehearse—no encore, no nurse,
If I burst in a verse, it’s a hearse in reverse!
From the pain I dispersed to the flame I immersed,
If I die tonight, I’ll be cursed but I’ll burn unrehearsed!
This is my last rehearse, my past in a verse,
If the stage lights dim, I collapse with the words—
I ain’t askin’ for church, just a match and the earth,
So I can spit fire from the casket I earned!
[Bridge – Soft Melody, Spoken Word Feel]
So if this mic slips out my grip…
If my voice cracks, my veins twitch…
Know I gave y’all everything—
Not a line was fake, not a rhyme I’d switch.
I spit this for the kid in the mirror I curse,
For the fans who believed even when it got worse,
This ain’t just a verse—
This… is my last rehearse.
[Outro – Wh
