Final Hour
Verse 1:
I treat this like my thesis
Well-written topic broken down into pieces
I introduce then produce words so profuse
It's abuse how I juice up this beat like I'm deuce
Two people, both equal like I'm Gemini
Rather simeon
If I Jimmy on this lock I could pop it
You can't stop it
Drop it
Your whole crew microscopic
Like particles while I make internation articles
And on the cover
Don't discuss the baby mother business
I been in this third LP
You can't tell me, I witness
First handed I'm candid
You can't stand it
Respect demanded
And get flown around the planet
Rock had like granit or steel
People feel Lauryn Hill from New-Ark to Israel
And this is real
So I keep makin' the street's ballads
While you lookin' for dressin' to go with your tossed salad
Chorus:
You could get the money
You could get the power
But keep your eyes on the final hour
(repeat)
Verse 2:
I'm 'bout to change the focus
From the richest to the brokest
I wrote this opus
To reverse the hypnosis
Whoever's closest to the line's gonna win it
You gon' fall tryin' to ball while my team win the pennant
I'm about to be in it for a minute
Then run for Senate
Make a slum lord be the tenant
Give his money to kids to spend it
And then amend it
Every law that ever prevented
Our survival since our arrival documented in the Bible
Like Moses and Aaron
Things gon' change, it's apparent
And all the transparent gonna be seen through
Let God redeem you
Keep your deen true
You can get the green too
Watch out who you cling to
Observe how a queen do
And I remain calm readin' the 73rd Psalm
'Cause wit all this on I got the world in palm
Chorus
Verse 3:
Now I be breakin' bread, sippin' Manichevitz wine
Pay no mind
Party like it's 1999
But when it comes down to ground beef like Palestine
Say your rhymes
Let's see if that get you out your bind
Now I'ma get the mozarella like a Rockerfeller
Still be in the church of Lalibela
Singing hymns a cappella
Whether posed in Maribell in Couture
Or collectin' residuals from off the The Score
I'm makin' sure I'm with the 144
I've been here before
This ain't a battle, this is war
Word to Boonie
I makes a lot like Sunni
Get diplomatic immunity in every ghetto community
Had opportiunity
Went from hoodshocked to hood-chic
But it ain't what you cop
It's about what you keep
And even if there are leaks
You can't capsize this ship
'Cause I baptize my lips every time I take a sip
Chorus (twice)