A Tribe Called Quest

A Tribe Called Quest - Peace, Prosperity And Paper lyrics

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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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