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Tytuł: Final Hour

  • Wykonawca: Lauryn Hill
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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
  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 bend
  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 makes a lot 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
  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
  Watch out what you cling to
  You can get the green too
  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