Lauryn Hill au concert hommage à Fela Kuti

Jazz à la Villette

Paroles de "Final Hour" de Lauryn Hill[Couplet 1]I treat this like my thesisWell-written topic, broken down into piecesI introduce then produce, words so profuseIt's abuse how I juice up this beat, like I'm deuceTwo people both equal like I'm Gemini, rather SimeonIf I Jimmy on this lock I could pop it, you can't stop itDrop it, your whole crew's microscopicLike particles while I make international articles, and on the coverDon't discuss the baby motherBusiness, I been in this third LP you can't tell me, I witnessFirst handed I'm candidYou can't stand it, respect demandedAnd get flown around the planetRock Hard like granite or steelPeople feel Lauryn Hill from New-Ark to IsraelAnd this is real, so I keep makin' the street's balladsWhile you lookin' for dressin' to go with your tossed salad [Refrain x2]You can get the moneyYou can get the powerBut keep your eyes on the Final Hour [Couplet 2]I'm about to change the focus from the richest to the brokestI wrote this opus, to reverse the hypnosisWhoever's closest to the line's gonna win itYou gonna fall trying to ball while my team win the pennantI'm about to begin it, for a minute, then run for senateMake a slum lord be the tenant give his money to kids to spend itAnd then amend it, every law that ever preventedOur survival since our arrival documented in The BibleLike Moses and AaronThings gon' change, it's apparentAnd all the transparent gonna be seen throughLet God redeem you, keep your deen trueYou can get the green tooWatch out what you cling to, observe how a queen doAnd I remain calm reading the 73rd PsalmCause with all that’s going on I got the world in my palm [Refrain x2]You can get the moneyYou can get the powerBut keep your eyes on the Final Hour [Couplet 3]Now I be breaking bread sipping Manischewitz 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 RockafellerStill be in the church of Lalibela, singing hymns a cappellaWhether posed in Mirabella in CoutureOr collecting residuals from off The ScoreI'm making sure I'm with the 144I've been here before this ain't a battle, this is warWord to Boonie, I make salat like a SunniGet diplomatic immunity in every ghetto communityHad opportunity went from Hoodshock to Hood-chicBut it ain't what you cop, it's about what you keepAnd even if there are leaks, you can't capsize this shipCause I baptize my lips every time I take a sip [Refrain x4]