[Pops]   Hey, hey old bean   And you to baby sweetness   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 loaning me this microphone once again   They may have to wrassle to get it back   You know, as a result of my son Common touring the world   Pops has acquired a wonderful extended family   From around the globe   he has returned with positive messages to my earlobes   From all my children From Mexico, Brazil, Italy, Japan   And of course in the motherland   Even in the orient, they know what I meant   Nanaan, tanaan, tinaan, hanchinaan   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 saying and doing the right things   You know they sat on those nines of 1999    and kept them from turning upside down   And teaching 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 that we don't get there at the same time   (See you next lifetime) See you next lifetime   And to my children running around here    talking about how nice is they ice    that they've already paid for twice   What karat is they gold   that was yours before you were done in the hole   Or that crew from 1629, buy some land   Think agriculture; beat that neighborhood    which you claim you love so dear   Are you mankind or what kind of a man?   See, Pops is straight out of the garden   from when the world was starting brand new,   Hip Hop, Hip Hop, the language of the underground railroad   In it's 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 traveling on a spiritual high   I'm flying high with Cee-Lo   Or maybe watching my long's heart dancing to a De La flow   Everybody knows there's no fruit on the tree with The Roots   And Black Star said we are what we are   The Knowledge Of Self Determination   And my little homie KG   Up there in Minnesota milking 10000 lakes   Keep the heat on em', we got to be kind to the growing mind   So if your heart is real   You will 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 get some ingredients from the music chef Jazzy Jeff   Children, I've traveled this globe   north to south, east to west   And whenever my soul appears lost   I turn to the musical stylings of a Tribe Called Quest   Okay, we ready to get out of here   We ready to take it home now   Just so everybody knows   When Pops get ready to say something good   I mean when it's time for me to lay it on the wood   And it ain't no time for no shecky shecky   That's when I turn to a Black Girl Named Betty   Y'all looking for the only truth and it doesn't even exist   I just come to give love and peace and honor to all my children