Tytuł: Peace, prosperity and paper

• Wykonawca: A Tribe Called Quest
• Wyświetleń: 293

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, its 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 Im 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, dont 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 dont know how the hell Id 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 Im 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
   Out
  
  
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