A Tribe Called Quest - Peace, Prosperity & Paper Lyrics
Chorus:All we want in this lifeIs peace, prosperity and a little paperObjects that seem greaterBut Im sure well over come when we illin on a drum(repeat 2x)Verse one: q-tipWe in a world that places heavy emphasis on money synthesisYall can be my witnessesThat a fella fascination with money has grownTo the point that he will shit on his ownWe got to have it yall, its not a spike lee cinematicA piece of paper makin niggaz get dramaticBut the money doesnt come automaticGotta motivate ourselves to go and grab itWe got to get it yall, in an orderly fashionSome cats go about it with too much passionWe got to mediate our greedy levelsCuz the lust of currency can have us sleepin with the devilGotta recognize it, realize the powerThat this little ma-huckin piece of paper will devourMan can be greater than the thing he createsSee, ima do my thing and see how much I can scrapeYo Id rather have respect than money, no doubtBut listen to me yall, 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 Im 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 soulsIts like thatChorusVerse two: phifeHere comes your royal highness, one of queens finestBelieve me, honest, you know you cant stop itCome on son, never leave your mic round meTrue mc for real ask my man shaheedStrictly focused on what Im 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, dont get me wrong I love honeys galoreBut see hip-hops my bread butterCause thats 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 heartThats where the love startsThe love for breakdancingMy 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 yaIm staying true nuff respect to those that paved the wayFrom bambaata down to shah; that be my djWith out my peeps I dont know how the hell Id make it, wordSometimes I feel that my career is headed for the curbOne love for the lendin hand and giving all your helpBelieving in me when I didnt believe in my own selfThe abstract with whom Im always making rugged tunesKid hood restin in heaven, I hope to see you soonI keep things hot and this year theyre even hotterBig mu and shah, one day Ill take my shahadaOut
