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"i love the way I am and can't nobody out change me" --> krs-one
(repeat 2x, then 2x with 'common' at the end of 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
at whistling* psss, I'm only buggin
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And picked a rhyme any rhyme I have any time
To waste, I'm hip... even trip
To an easy agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want some flyer to
Then buy me
I got the flame u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
of the realest illest chillest cats you may see
In your if you get one
Rappers are jobs to me (why? ) because they get done
it comes I'm as able as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm bust dickses
Not da bomb so save all your
I'm good to go and also I'm
Rhymes I wrecks the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the studs with
Hoes who wheeze, the to the dreaded
To with butters, high rollers and rollers
Players with studs with stocking caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz play my tape about as as they do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm at last
I'ma man, free as the world be
And like an early bird, I'm
But you ain't special, as that investor
So to myself I say
I'm you had the patience, you better have the patience
Cause
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup rony I'm that boney homey
From (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin it ez, and they was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But is far more than bats and gats
It stems back to the roots of being
It's get me me, you just get you you
What I like, talkin about some shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot I ain't shank nobody
I ain't kill nobody, it us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and still have to show no gun
It one to know one, and no one can tell me
How to be, cause i'ma be me,
Cause I'm a man, now it
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out 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 don't make no sense
I'm tryin to the dollars, my momma told me
To go to and be a scholar, but school ain't for me
So don't even go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go
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 still have to pay 2pc
A raider never lost the ark/arc, on the shot
But now when I shoot rock, I be all out of
My boy adefo wanted to be a
But he down south, and fell in love call me love
Cause love is gonna getcha i'ma
I'm b.j. my arm is strong and I stretch ya
Styles east to west, all across the country
I'm that big fat one niggaz catch when bumpin
I probably would get bumped more if I was a
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta of love!!!
I love good music, I love my
I love myself, I you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs sample in background)
Yo I say peace to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in to my aunt stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, moms
Who are you? these people be y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)