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"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -->
(repeat 2x, then 2x with at the end of each line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! me again
Is it me you're for? (yup)
For the perfect beat, oblique
I'm fresh, I clean, but I can't whistle
at whistling* psss, I'm only buggin
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And picked a rhyme any I don't have any time
To waste, I'm hip... don't 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 like 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 like jobs to me (why? ) because 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 all your threats
I'm good to go and I'm rets
Rhymes I affects 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 rollers and
Players with plat studs with caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz my tape about as much as they do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm free at
free man, free as the world be
And like an bird, I'm special
But you that special, as that investor
So to I say congratulations
I'm glad you had the patience, you better the patience
Cause
"i the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
scony rony I'm that 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 look like, talkin about shit I ain't do?
I ain't nobody I ain't shank nobody
I ain't kill nobody, it us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a and still don't have to show no gun
It takes one to one, and no one can tell me
How to be, i'ma be me, aight?
I'm a man, now check it
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
*singing* sometimes, sometimes, I get a feeling!
I'm chillin at the flat, lookin at the wall
Wondering can I off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be shit
But say my talk don't make no sense
I'm tryin to make the dollars, my told me
To go to school and be a scholar, but school for me
So don't even go there, I'm out of nowhere, to go where
in about seven years, I won't have no hair
But not only am I the hair president, I'm also a client
I come off a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc dark
A that never lost the ark/arc, on the shot
But now when I shoot rock, I be all out of
My boy wanted to be a chef
But he went down south, and fell in love me love
Cause love is gonna getcha i'ma
I'm b.j. my arm is strong and I stretch ya
Styles from to west, all across the country
I'm like that big fat one niggaz catch bumpin
I probably get bumped more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, call me the of love!!!
I good music, I love my momma
I myself, I love 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 in peace to my aunt stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, moms, corey's moms
Who are these people be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)