The Finale

[Martin Luther King Jr.]
And when you discover what you gonna be in life
Set out to do it as if God almighty
Called you at this particular moment in history to do it
And just don’t set out to do a good negro job
But do a good job that anybody could do

[James Blake]
You’re on your own, in a world you've grown
Few more years to go, don't let the hurdle fall
So be the girl you loved
Be the girl you loved, always

[Martin Luther King Jr.]
Set out to do the job and do the job so well that the living, the dead or the unborn couldn't do it any better
Like Shakespeare wrote poetry
Like Michelangelo painted pictures
Like Beethoven composed music

[James Blake]
Suddenly I’m hit
Is this darkness of the dawn?
And your friends are gone
When your friends won't come
So show me where you fit
So show me where you fit

[Verse 1: M.I Abaga]
Hey mama I'm sitting in my final moments
Everything from now will only be a bonus
Stayed away from beef they say that I got no cojones
If I kill these rappers off I'll still receive condolence
In the end nobody wins it’s a game that’s goalless
I’m understanding what my purpose is and what my role is
I gotta be the structure standing that can house the homeless
Everyone can trash the building, just not the owners
Hey mama my appetite is just returning
Once again inside me I can feel a burning
In my brain the will of churning I’m so determined
Walked inside the home we built and it was full of vermin
I’ll accept responsibility for my abandoning
We can start rebuilding slow as long as you intend it
Maybe the Finale can rally the mandem
Just tell em daddy’s home I got plenty to yarn them

[Martin Luther King Jr.]
And finally, in your life’s blueprint
Must be a commitment to the eternal principles of beauty, love and justice
Don’t allow anybody to pull you so low as to make you hate them
Don’t allow anybody to cause you to lose your self respect to the point that you do not struggle for justice
You have a responsibility to seek to make life better for everybody

[Verse 2 – M.I Abaga]
Yeah, mama HipHop needs some new creation
All the people now are aiding ssegregation
Cause they ashamed of what we do, they trample our creation
This is not the nation that I gave it's liberation
Uh, allegations self discrimination
Local versus punchline versus imitation
You have to realize that there’s no limitation
Just turn your inspiration into innovation
Mama, time is moving and the clock is ticking
There’s no time for idle talk no time for politicking
We have to find the groove we have to find the rhythm
It’s time rappers please emerge from where you hidden
Let them know that from the anarchy a sound is risen
Give them bars to set them free and not to build a prison
One is gold one is steel you decide which is tt
You, you decide which is it

[James Blake]
Ignore everybody else
We’re alone now

[Martin Luther King Jr.]
And so you must be involved
In the struggle for freedom and justice
Die in the struggle for freedom and justice and many constructive things that we all can do