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 an 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)