Bud Beadle - Final Hour lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Hook x2] You can get the money You can get the power But keep your eyes on the Final Hour [Verse 2] 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 trying to ball while my team win the pennant I'm about to begin 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 reading the 73rd Psalm Cause with all that's going on I got the world in my palm [Hook x2] You can get the money You can get the power But keep your eyes on the Final Hour [Verse 3] Now I be breaking bread sipping Manischewitz 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 Rockafeller Still be in the church of Lalibela, singing hymns a cappella Whether posed in Mirabella in Couture Or collecting residuals from off The Score I'm making sure I'm with the 144 I've been here before this ain't a battle, this is war Word to Boonie, I make salat 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 [Hook x4]