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