[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,

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