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Lauryn Hill Miscellaneous 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 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 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 |
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