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"i the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
(repeat 2x, then 2x 'common' at the end of each line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! it's me
Is it me looking for? (yup)
For the perfect beat, sweetly
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I whistle
*attempt at 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... 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 flame like u-i-c but I be,
of the realest illest chillest cats you may see
In your if you get one
Rappers are like to me (why? ) because they get done
Here it comes I'm as as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna dickses
Not da bomb so save all threats
I'm good to go and also I'm
Rhymes I wrecks affects the
Down to the preps in the polos, the with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the
To folks with butters, high rollers and
Players with plat studs with stocking 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
I'ma free man, as the world be
And like an early bird, I'm
But you ain't that special, as that
So to myself I say
I'm glad you had the patience, you better have the
Cause
"i love the way I am and can't out here change 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 take it ez, and they was like "he hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more than bats and
It back to the roots of being true
It's gonna get me me, you get you you
I look like, talkin about some shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I shank nobody
I ain't kill nobody, it us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and still don't to show no gun
It takes one to one, and no one can tell me
How to be, cause be me, aight?
Cause I'm a man, now 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!
When I'm chillin at the flat, lookin at the
Wondering can I off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be shit
But some say my talk make no sense
I'm tryin to make the dollars, my momma 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 have 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 the ark/arc, on the shot
But now I shoot rock, I be all out of breath
My boy adefo to be a chef
But he went down south, and fell in love call me
Cause love is gonna i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is and I stretch ya
Styles from east to west, all the country
I'm like that big fat one niggaz when bumpin
I probably get bumped more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta of love!!!
I love music, I love my momma
I love myself, I love you, and you me
And -- I'm out
(krs plays in background)
Yo I wanna say peace to my moms, my
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in peace to my aunt
My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, moms
Who are you? these be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)