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[Chorus: x2]All we want in this lifeIs peace, prosperity and a little paperObjects that seem greaterBut I'm sure well over come when we illin on a drum[Q-Tip]We in a world that places heavy emphasis on money synthesisY'all can be my witnessesThat a fella fascination with money has grownTo the point that he will shit on his ownWe got to have it y'all, its not a Spike Lee cinematicA piece of paper making niggas get dramaticBut the money doesn't come automaticGotta motivate ourselves to go and grab itWe got to get it y'all, in an orderly fashionSome cats go about it with too much passionWe got to mediate our greedy levelsCause the lust of currency can have us sleeping with the devilGotta recognize it, realize the powerthat this little ma-hucking piece of paper will devourMan can be greater than the thing he createsLetras de cancionesSee, I'ma do my thing and see how much I can scrapeYo I'd rather have respect than money, no doubtBut listen to me y'all, I want the mass amountThat the Sesame Street Dracula cant CountSo that I can give my people when that thing surmountsTo higher levels, of being, so when I'm MC-ingI hope to see you there steady G-ing (say word)But the only way we can truly reach that goalIs finding true inner peace and prospering soulsIt's like that[Chorus: x2][Phife]Here comes your royal highness, one of Queens finestBelieve me, honest, you know you can't stop itCome on son, never leave your mic round meTrue MC for real ask my man ShaheedStrictly focused on what I'm in this rap game forNot for fame and screwing every whore after whoreWith all that AIDS stuff going roundTell me how that soundRather hit the studio and hear some beats that poundNow, don't get me wrong I love honeys galoreBut see hip-hop's my bread butterCause that's what I get paid forSee this is what I wantedAllah helped me to get itAnd if the beat is wickedYou know Malik will rip itFrom the bottom of my heartThat's where the love startsThe love for break dancingMy love for the artAnd with this love I do hip-hop from the soulA real MC, who never sweats how many copies are soldYeah I want to go gold, platinum, uh-huh etceterasBut why put out some wackness when no one will respect yaI'm staying true 'nough respect to those that paved the wayFrom Bambaata down to Shah, that be my DJWith out my peeps I don't know how the hell Id make it, wordSometimes I feel that my career is headed for the curbOne love for the lending hand and giving all your helpBelieving in me when I didn't believe in my own selfThe Abstract with whom I'm always making rugged tunesKid Hood resting in heaven, I hope to see you soonI keep things hot and this year they're even hotterBig Mu and Shah, one day I'll take my shahadaOut
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"Peace, Prosperity & Paper" as written by Ali Shaheed Jones-muhammad, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Malik Izaak Taylor
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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