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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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