Peace, Prosperity & Paper

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