[ Featuring Common ]
Mm
Beats That Collected Dust, Volume 3
In Moe, worldwide
Talk to 'em (talk to 'em)
DJ Premier, my name is Common
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
A lot of speculation 'bout the things that I said
Is he comin' off the head?
Is he that high level that his third eye's red?
I know he used to love H.E.R., is it true he really cared?
Did he become a great actor when hip-hop was dead?
A hungry hip-hop junkie, does he keep his people fed?
With a seat at the table, would he be like Chairman Fred?
Charge into the game, or give Chicago cred
Chi' niggas get dough, is that just how they bred?
Carryin' toasts like a celebration
Why do they hate he, like a undeveloped nation?
It's levels to this, mines is elevation
I excel, LL acceleration
My melanin is the fifth element
A gift to relevance, in the room like elephants
Never forgettin', the Medgar Evers mission
Wherever there's race, you know that there is distance
Wherever there's power, you know that there's resistance
I've been double crossed like Christians
Listen, envisionin' the here-after
Listenin' to Lauryn Hill
On some Fugee shit, I'm still scorin' still
Deep in the game, I wanted KRS to know my name
My philosophy was prophecy before the fame
The streets ordained me, hip-hop became me
I played life and music in the same key, yeah (yeah, yeah)
