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Common - Pops Rap III... All My Children (feat. Lonnie Lynn)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Karriem Riggins
Karriem Riggins
Drums
Dwight Adams
Dwight Adams
Trumpet
John Paxton
John Paxton
Trombone
Lonnie Lynn
Lonnie Lynn
Vocals
Orrin Evans
Orrin Evans
Keyboards
Richie Goods
Richie Goods
Bass
Stephon Harris
Stephon Harris
Vibes
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karriem Riggins
Karriem Riggins
Songwriter
Erykah Badu
Erykah Badu
Songwriter
Lonnie Lynn
Lonnie Lynn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Karriem Riggins
Karriem Riggins
Producer
Bob Power
Bob Power
Mixing Engineer
Common
Common
Co-Executive Producer
Derek Dudley
Derek Dudley
Co-Executive Producer
John Seymour
John Seymour
Recording Engineer
Mike Tocci
Mike Tocci
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Questlove
Questlove
Executive Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey, hey, old bean
And you, too, baby sweets
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
[Verse 2]
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, and Japan
And of course, the motherland
Even in the orient, they knew what I meant
Nanaan, tanaan, tinaan, hanchinaan
[Verse 3]
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
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, we don't all get there at the same time
See you next lifetime
See you next lifetime
[Verse 4]
And to my children running 'round 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 threw in the hole
Or that cruise in 1629, buy some land
Think agriculture, feed that neighborhood
Which you claim you love so dear
Are you mankind, what kind of a man?
See, Pops is straight out of the garden
From when the world was starting brand new
[Verse 5]
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 Malone's heart dancing 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 little homie, KG
Up there in Minnesota, milking ten thousand lakes
Keep the heat on 'em
We got to be kind to the growing mind
[Verse 6]
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
Pick up some beats from the music ingredients 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
[Outro]
Okay, okay, we ready to get out of here
We're gonna take it home now
Just so everybody knows
When Pops get ready to say somethin' good
I mean, when it's time for me to lay it on the wood
And ain't no time for no shecky-shecky
That's when I call on a Black Girl Named Becky
Y'all all looking for the only truth
When it doesn't exist
I just come to give love and peace and honor to all my children
Written by: Karriem Riggins, Lonnie Lynn
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