Tom Coyne - Peace, Prosperity & Paper lyrics

[Chorus 2X] All we want in this life Is peace, prosperity and a little paper Objects, they seem greater But I'm sure we overcome when we illin' on a drum [Verse 1: 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 sh** on his own We got to have it y'all, its not a Spike Lee cinematic A piece of paper making n***as 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 pa**ion We got to mediate our greedy levels 'Cause 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'mma 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 ma** amount That the Sesame Street Dracula can't 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 2: 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 who*e after who*e 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 bu*ter '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 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, etcetera 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 Bambaataa down to Shah; that be my DJ Without 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 lending 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 resting 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