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Chorus: |
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All we want in this life |
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Is peace, prosperity and a little paper |
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Objects that seem greater |
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But I'm sure well over come when we illin on a drum |
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(repeat 2X) |
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Verse One: Q-Tip |
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We in a world that places heavy emphasis on money synthesis |
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Y'all can be my witnesses |
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That a fella fascination with money has grown |
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To the point that he will shit on his own |
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We got to have it y'all, its not a Spike Lee cinematic |
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A piece of paper makin niggaz get dramatic |
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But the money doesnt come automatic |
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Gotta motivate ourselves to go and grab it |
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We got to get it yall, in an orderly fashion |
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Some cats go about it with too much passion |
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We got to mediate our greedy levels |
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Cuz the lust of currency can have us sleepin with the devil |
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Gotta recognize it, realize the power |
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that this little ma-huckin piece of paper will devour |
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Man can be greater than the thing he creates |
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See, I'ma do my thing and see how much I can scrape |
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Yo I'd rather have respect than money, no doubt |
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But listen to me y'all, I want the mass amount |
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That the Sesame Street Dracula cant Count |
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So that I can give my people when that thing surmounts |
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To higher levels.. of being.. so when I'm MC-ing |
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I hope to see you there steady G-ing (say word) |
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But the only way we can truly reach that goal |
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Is finding true inner peace and prospering souls |
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It's like that |
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Chorus |
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Verse Two: Phife |
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Here comes your royal highness, one of Queens finest |
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Believe me, honest, you know you can't stop it |
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Come on son, never leave your mic round me |
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True MC for real ask my man Shaheed |
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Strictly focused on what Im in this rap game for |
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Not for fame and screwing every whore after whore |
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With all that AIDS stuff going round |
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Tell me how that sound |
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Rather hit the studio and hear some beats that pound |
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Now, dont get me wrong I love honeys galore |
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But see hip-hop's my bread butter |
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Cause that's what I get paid for |
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See this is what I wanted |
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Allah helped me to get it |
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And if the beat is wicked |
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You know Malik will rip it |
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From the bottom of my heart |
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Thats where the love starts |
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The love for breakdancing |
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My love for the art |
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And with this love I do hip-hop from the soul |
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A real MC, who never sweats how many copies are sold |
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Yeah I want to go gold, platinum, uh-huh etceteras |
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But why put out some wackness when no one will respect ya |
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Im staying true nuff respect to those that paved the way |
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From Bambaata down to Shah; that be my DJ |
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With out my peeps I dont know how the hell Id make it, word |
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Sometimes I feel that my career is headed for the curb |
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One love for the lendin hand and giving all your help |
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Believing in me when I didnt believe in my own self |
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The Abstract with whom Im always making rugged tunes |
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Kid Hood restin in heaven, I hope to see you soon |
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I keep things hot and this year they're even hotter |
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Big Mu and Shah, one day I'll take my shahada |
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Out |
