Final Hour

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's microscopic

Like particles while I make international 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 Hard like granite 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

You could get the money

You could get the power

But keep your eyes on the final hour (x2)

I'm about 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 gonna 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 what you cling to

Observe how a queen do

And I remain calm readin' the 73 Psalm

Cause wit all this on I got the world in palm

You could get the money

You could get the power

But keep your eyes on the final hour(x2)

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'm a get the mozzarella like a Rockerfeller

Still be in the church of Lalibela

Singing hymns a cappella

Whether posed in Maribella in Couture

Or collectin' residuals from off 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 make salaat like a Sunni

Get diplomatic immunity in every ghetto community

Had opportunity went from

Hoodshock 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

You could get the money

You could get the power

But keep your eyes on the final hour