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