Pops Rap III...All My Children

[Pops]

Hey, hey, old bean

And you too, baby sweet

Yeah, this is Pops and I'm back in the studio

And I didn't have to break in this time

I'm back as a special guest by special request

And I want to thank my son for loanin' me this microphone once again

They may have to rassle to get it back

You know, as a result of my son Common tourin' the world

Pops has acquired a wonderful extended family

From around the globe

He has returned with positive messages to my earlobe

From all my children

From Mexico, Brazil, Italy, and Japan

And of course the motherland

Even in the Orient, they knew what I meant

Na-nan, ta-nan, ti-nan, hanchi-nan

So I didn't come in here to give any shouts out

I came to give praise and honor

And to identify my children who've been sayin' and doin' the right things

You know, they sat on those nines of 1999

And kept 'em from turnin' upside down

And teachin' the babies

To love, to be able to give love

And to enter the new century with their own prophecy

The century of amends

You see, I deal with the premise that all children are ours

And that we all travel the same path

It's just we don't all get there at the same time

(See you next lifetime), see you next lifetime

And to my children runnin' around here screamin' 'bout how nice is they ice

That they've already paid for twice

What karat is they gold

That was yours before you got through in the hole

For that crew, 1629

Buy some land, think agriculture

Beat that neighborhood

Which you claim you love so dear

Are you mankind or kind of a man?

See, Pops is straight out of the garden

From when the world was startin' brand new

Hip-hop, hip-hop

The language of the Underground Railroad in its purest form

Yeah, true hip-hop is just like the Underground Railroad

If the message is not for you

It can sit on your nose and your brain remain froze

So when you see me travelin' on a spiritual high, I'm flyin' with CeeLo

Or maybe watchin' my lil one's heart dancin' to a De La flow

Everybody knows there's no fruit on the tree without The Roots

And Black Star said we are who we are

The knowledge of self-determination

And my lil' homie KG

Up there in Minnesota, meltin' ten thousand lakes

Keep the heat on

We got to be kind to the growin' mind

So if your heart is real

You might hear Big Will and Ms. Lauryn Hill

If your love is true, you will hear Badu-ism

And you can't go right until you go left

And pick up some beats from the music ingredient chef Jazzy Jeff

Children, I've traveled this globe

From north to south, from east to west

And whenever my soul appears lost

I follow the musical sounds of A Tribe Called Quest

Okay, okay, we ready to get out of here, we're gonna take it home now

So, just so everybody knows

When Pops get ready to say something good

I mean when it's time for, for me to lay it on the wood

And it ain't no time for no shecky-shecky

That's when I call on a Black Girl Named Becky

Y'all all lookin' for the only truth and it doesn't exist

I just come to give love and peace and honor to all my children