Lloyd Banks: Final hour

I treat this like my thesisWell written topicBroken down into piecesI introduce then produceWords so profuseIt's abuse how I juice up this beatLike I'm deuceTwo people both equalLike I'm GeminiRather simeonIf I Jimmy on this lock I could pop itYou can't stop itDrop itYour whole crew's microscopicLike particles while I make international articlesAnd on the coverDon't discuss the baby mother businessI been in this third LP you can't tell me, I witnessFirst handed I'm candidYou can't stand itRespect demandedAnd get flown around the planetRock Hard like granite or steelPeople feel Lauryn Hill from New-Ark to IsraelAnd this is realSo I keep makin' the street's balladsWhile you lookin' for dressin' to go with your tossed saladYou could get the moneyYou could get the powerBut keep your eyes on the final hour (x2)I'm about to change the focusFrom the richest to the brokestI wrote this opusTo reverse the hypnosisWhoever's closestTo the line's gonna win itYou gonna fall tryin to ballWhile my team win the pennantI'm about to be in itFor a minuteThen run for senateMake a slum lord be the tenantGive his money to kids to spend itAnd then amend itEvery law that ever preventedOur survival since our arrivalDocumented in the bibleLike Moses and AaronThings gon change, it's apparentAnd all the transparent gonnaBe seen throughLet God redeem youKeep your deen trueYou can get the green tooWatch out what you cling toObserve how a queen doAnd I remain calm readin' the 73 PsalmCause wit all this on I got the world in palmYou could get the moneyYou could get the powerBut keep your eyes on the final hour(x2)Now I be breakin' bread sippin Manichevitz winePay no mind party like it's 1999But when it comes down to ground beef like PalestineSay your rhymes, let's see if that get you out your bindNow I'm a get the mozzarella like a RockerfellerStill be in the church of LalibelaSinging hymns a cappellaWhether posed in Maribella in CoutureOr collectin' residuals from off the ScoreI'm makin' sure I'm with the 144I've been here before this ain't a battle this is warWord to BoonieI make salaat like a SunniGet diplomatic immunity in every ghetto communityHad opportunity went fromHoodshock to Hood-chicBut it ain't what you copIt's about what you keepAnd even if there are leaksyou can't capsize this shipCause I baptize my lips every time I take a sipYou could get the moneyYou could get the powerBut keep your eyes on the final hour