Žodžiai dainai: A Tribe Called Quest. Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities. Peace, Prosperity And Paper.

All we want in this life
Is peace, prosperity and a little paper
Objects that seem greater
But I'm sure we'll over come when we illin' on a drum

All we want in this life
Is peace, prosperity and a little paper
Objects that seem greater
But I'm sure we'll over come when we illin' on a drum

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 doesn't come automatic
Gotta motivate ourselves to go and grab it

We got to get it y'all, 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

All we want in this life
Is peace, prosperity and a little paper
Objects that seem greater
But I'm sure we'll over come when we illin' on a drum

All we want in this life
Is peace, prosperity and a little paper
Objects that seem greater
But I'm sure we'll over come when we illin' on a drum

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 that's where the love starts
The love for break dancing, 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
I'm 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 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 didn't 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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