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"i love the way I am and can't 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! me again
Is it me looking for? (yup)
For the beat, sweetly oblique
I'm fresh, I clean, but I can't whistle
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm buggin
no dug in the crates, I dug in my nose
And picked a rhyme any I don't have any time
To waste, I'm hip... even trip
To an travel agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want flyer to read
Then buy me
I got the flame u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
Some of the realest chillest cats you may see
In life if you get one
Rappers are like jobs to me (why? ) they get done
Here it comes I'm as able as 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 also I'm
Rhymes I affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the studs pros
Hoes who wheeze, the to the dreaded
To with butters, high rollers and rollers
Players with plat studs stocking caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz play my tape about as much as do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm free at
I'ma free man, free as the be
And like an bird, I'm special
But you ain't special, as that investor
So to I say congratulations
I'm glad you had the patience, you better the patience
Cause
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony rony I'm that boney
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 stems back to the roots of true
gonna get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, talkin about shit I ain't do?
I shoot nobody I ain't shank nobody
I ain't nobody, it wasn't us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and still don't to show no gun
It takes one to know one, and no one can me
How to be, cause i'ma be me,
Cause I'm a man, now it
"i love the way I am and 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 talkin
But some say my don't make no sense
I'm to make the dollars, my momma told me
To go to school and be a scholar, but school for me
So don't go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go where
Probably in about years, I won't have no hair
But not am I the hair club president, I'm also a client
I come off like a toupee, I have to pay 2pc dark
A raider that lost the ark/arc, on the shot
But now when I rock, I be all out of breath
My boy wanted to be a chef
But he down south, and fell in love call me love
Cause love is gonna getcha getcha
I'm b.j. my arm is strong and I stretch ya
Styles from east to west, all across the
I'm like that big fat one niggaz when bumpin
I probably would get bumped more if I was a
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta of love!!!
I love music, I love my momma
I myself, I love you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs plays in background)
Yo I say peace to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in peace to my stella
My moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's moms
Who are you? these be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)