Peace, Prosperity & Paper Lyrics
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#118;>Chorus:<br /><br />All we want in this life<br />Is peace, prosperity and a little paper<br />Objects that seem greater<br />But I’m sure well over come when we illin on a drum<br />(repeat 2x)<br /><br />Verse one: q-tip<br /><br />We in a world that places heavy emphasis on money synthesis<br />Y’all can be my witnesses<br />That a fella fascination with money has grown<br />To the point that he will shit on his own<br />We got to have it y’all, it’s not a spike lee cinematic<br />A piece of paper makin niggaz get dramatic<br />But the money doesnt come automatic<br />Gotta motivate ourselves to go and grab it<br />We got to get it yall, in an orderly fashion<br />Some cats go about it with too much passion<br />We got to mediate our greedy levels<br />Cuz the lust of currency can have us sleepin with the devil<br />Gotta recognize it, realize the power<br />That this little ma-huckin piece of paper will devour<br />Man can be greater than the thing he creates<br />See, i’ma do my thing and see how much I can scrape<br />Yo I’d rather have respect than money, no doubt<br />But listen to me y’all, I want the mass amount<br />That the sesame street dracula cant count<br />So that I can give my people when that thing surmounts<br />To higher levels.. of being.. so when I’m mc-ing<br />I hope to see you there steady g-ing (say word)<br />But the only way we can truly reach that goal<br />Is finding true inner peace and prospering souls<br />It’s like that<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />Verse two: phife<br /><br />Here comes your royal highness, one of queens finest<br />Believe me, honest, you know you can’t stop it<br />Come on son, never leave your mic round me<br />True mc for real ask my man shaheed<br />Strictly focused on what I’m in this rap game for<br />Not for fame and screwing every whore after whore<br />With all that aids stuff going round<br />Tell me how that sound<br />Rather hit the studio and hear some beats that pound<br />Now, don’t get me wrong I love honeys galore<br />But see hip-hop’s my bread butter<br />Cause that’s what I get paid for<br />See this is what I wanted<br />Allah helped me to get it<br />And if the beat is wicked<br />You know malik will rip it<br />From the bottom of my heart<br />Thats where the love starts<br />The love for breakdancing<br />My love for the art<br />And with this love I do hip-hop from the soul<br />A real mc, who never sweats how many copies are sold<br />Yeah I want to go gold, platinum, uh-huh etceteras<br />But why put out some wackness when no one will respect ya<br />Im staying true nuff respect to those that paved the way<br />From bambaata down to shah; that be my dj<br />With out my peeps I don’t know how the hell I’d make it, word<br />Sometimes I feel that my career is headed for the curb<br />One love for the lendin hand and giving all your help<br />Believing in me when I didnt believe in my own self<br />The abstract with whom I’m always making rugged tunes<br />Kid hood restin in heaven, I hope to see you soon<br />I keep things hot and this year they’re even hotter<br />Big mu and shah, one day I’ll take my shahada<br />Out<br />