Hey, hey old bean And you to baby sweetness
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Yeah, this is Pops, and I'm back in the studio
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And I didn't have to break in this time
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I'm back as a special guest by special request
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And I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again
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They may have to wrassle to get it back
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You know, as a result of my son Common touring the world
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Pops has acquired a wonderful extended family
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From around the globe
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he has returned with positive messages to my earlobes
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From all my children From Mexico, Brazil, Italy, Japan
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And of course in the motherland
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Even in the orient, they know what I meant
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Nanaan, tanaan, tinaan, hanchinaan
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So I didn't come in here to give any shouts out
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I came to give praise and honor and to identify my children
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Who've been saying and doing the right things
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You know they sat on those nines of 1999
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and kept them from turning upside down
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And teaching the babies
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to love, to be able to give love
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And to enter the new century with their own prophecy
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The century of amends
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You see I deal with the premise that all children are ours
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And that we all travel the same path
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It's just that we don't get there at the same time
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(See you next lifetime) See you next lifetime
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And to my children running around here
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talking about how nice is they ice
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that they've already paid for twice
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What karat is they gold
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that was yours before you were done in the hole
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Or that crew from 1629, buy some land
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Think agriculture; beat that neighborhood
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which you claim you love so dear
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Are you mankind or what kind of a man?
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See, Pops is straight out of the garden
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from when the world was starting brand new,
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Hip Hop, Hip Hop, the language of the underground railroad
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In it's purest form
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Yeah true hip hop is just like the Underground Railroad
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If the message is not for you
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It can sit on your nose and your brain remain froze
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So when you see me traveling on a spiritual high
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I'm flying high with Cee-Lo
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Or maybe watching my long's heart dancing to a De La flow
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Everybody knows there's no fruit on the tree with The Roots
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And Black Star said we are what we are
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The Knowledge Of Self Determination
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And my little homie KG
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Up there in Minnesota milking 10000 lakes
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Keep the heat on em', we got to be kind to the growing mind
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So if your heart is real
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You will hear Big Will and Ms. Lauryn Hill
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If your love is true, you will hear Badu-ism
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And you can't go right until you go left
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and get some ingredients from the music chef Jazzy Jeff
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Children, I've traveled this globe
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north to south, east to west
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And whenever my soul appears lost
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I turn to the musical stylings of a Tribe Called Quest
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Okay, we ready to get out of here
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We ready to take it home now
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Just so everybody knows
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When Pops get ready to say something good
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I mean when it's time for me to lay it on the wood
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And it ain't no time for no shecky shecky
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That's when I turn to a Black Girl Named Betty
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Y'all looking for the only truth and it doesn't even exist
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I just come to give love and peace and honor to all my children
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Pop's Rap III...All My Children
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| Common |
