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Final Hour
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Final Hour was released on February 19, 2025 by LOKI ENTERTAINMENT GROUP INC as a part of the album Final Hour
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Release DateFebruary 19, 2025
LabelLOKI ENTERTAINMENT GROUP INC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM64

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Will B
Will B
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Edward Baltrusaitis
William Edward Baltrusaitis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
William Edward Baltrusaitis
William Edward Baltrusaitis
Producer

Lyrics

Ever had the feeling that you're that close to losing your mind
Stand for that or fall for whatever, Malcolm X probably said it better
I heard of Paul but not of Ezra, I sat down and I read the letters
Been rolling lettuce, chasing leathers, a problem child just ask Deborah
At the trap door, pulling levers, Cain's curse to roam earth forever
It feels hopeless, it's decoded, learn to think like each stoic
I wanna keep these pink roses till this flesh rests and decomposes
I know source, it can be COVID, I ain't scared to meet Moses
My eyes on God, I keep focused, break it down like ketosis
Holy mother, Mary and Joseph, God's good if you ain't noticed
Super cal a hella extra dopeness, at which notion I keep coasting
Even Texas can't hold him, got the spark and devotion
Watch the ark and know his ocean, where's your mind? I hope it's open
I'm going in about the life I'm living, say I know Him but I keep on sinning
Keep dosing like you seen those women, mixing potions to entice dominion
Let God talk through this temple, in the pocket, that's a dimple
When I rock it like a missile, the words official, popping like a pistol
Hold your nose, you know it's a cold shower
It's going down like one of those towers
And they, they know it's wrong like stolen valor
But I, shine on like the golden hour
I said, the light is on God holds the power
He gon' make the concrete grow flowers
And it's, time to change this the baby powder
So you, shine on in the final hour
My demons still give me lots of chills
Like the first time I had pop pills
And that succubus tried to cop a fill
Went to the ball and lost her heel
She disappeared, Copperfield
I'm on solid ground, coper filled
God is real, they gotta chill
Or go to hell under lock and seal
At heaven's gate, I knock until
I find my place And my heart is filled,
who repp the king going hard as Will
Let's eat these beets till our blood distills
Bring that heat with a hug for real
Without love, it's just no deal
Slangin' hope and not dope
Just so you know I'm the plug for real
I want peace in the Middle East
Instead I see all this blood be spilled
We oil their machines
That dug and drilled the field
They wanna kill all my dogs
Cruella DeVille
But it's the final hour
The rest will be revealed
I said, hold your nose, you know it's a cold shower
It's going down like one of those towers
And they, they know it's wrong like stolen valor
But I, shine on like a golden hour
I said, the light is on, God holds the power
He gon' make the concrete grow flowers
And it's time to change this to baby power
So ya, shine on in the final hour
Written by: William Edward Baltrusaitis
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