Pops Rap Iii... All My Children Lyrics

Pops Rap Iii... All My Children lyrics

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 wrestle 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 without 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 10,000 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 Baduism



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 call on 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