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"i love the way I am and can't nobody out change me" --> krs-one
(repeat 2x, 2x with 'common' at the end of each line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! it's me
Is it me you're looking (yup)
For the perfect beat, oblique
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I whistle
*attempt at psss, I'm only buggin
no dug in the crates, I dug in my nose
And a rhyme any rhyme I don't have any time
To waste, I'm hip... don't even
To an easy agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want flyer to read
Then buy me
I got the like u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
Some of the realest chillest cats you may see
In your if you get one
Rappers are like jobs to me (why? ) because get done
Here it I'm as able as cain to get raw
why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna bust dickses
Not da bomb so save all your
I'm good to go and I'm rets
Rhymes I wrecks the roughnecks
Down to the in the polos, the studs with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the
To folks with butters, high and rollers
Players with plat with stocking caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz play my tape about as much as they do
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm at last
I'ma free man, as the world be
And an early bird, I'm special
But you that special, as that investor
So to myself I say
I'm glad you had the patience, you have the patience
Cause
"i love the way I am and nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony rony I'm boney homey
From stoney (common) you me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin take it ez, and was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far than bats and gats
It stems back to the of being true
gonna get me me, you just get you you
What I like, talkin about some shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I ain't nobody
I kill nobody, it wasn't us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and still don't have to no gun
It one to know one, and no one can tell me
How to be, i'ma be me, aight?
Cause I'm a man, now it
"i the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
sometimes, sometimes, I get a good feeling!
When I'm chillin at the flat, at the wall
Wondering can I off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be shit
But some say my talk don't no sense
I'm tryin to the dollars, my momma told me
To go to school and be a scholar, but ain't for me
So don't even go there, I'm out of nowhere, to go where
Probably in about seven years, I won't no hair
But not only am I the hair club president, I'm a client
I come off like a toupee, I have to pay 2pc dark
A raider that never lost the ark/arc, on the
But now when I rock, I be all out of breath
My boy adefo to be a chef
But he went down south, and fell in call me love
Cause love is gonna i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is strong and I ya
Styles from east to west, all the country
I'm like that big fat one niggaz when bumpin
I probably would get bumped if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, call me the of love!!!
I love good music, I my momma
I myself, I love you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs plays in background)
Yo I wanna say to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in peace to my stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, moms
Who are you? these be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)