In Moe (Speculation)

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)