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"i the way I am and can't nobody out here 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 can't
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm buggin
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And picked a any rhyme I don't 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 like but I be, u-a-c
of the realest illest chillest cats you may see
In life if you get one
Rappers are like jobs to me (why? ) because they get
Here it I'm as able as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna bust
Not da bomb so save all threats
I'm good to go and I'm rets
Rhymes I wrecks affects the
Down to the in the polos, the studs with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the to the dreaded
To folks butters, high rollers and rollers
Players with plat studs 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 free at
I'ma free man, free as the be
And an early bird, I'm special
But you ain't that special, as investor
So to I say congratulations
I'm you had the patience, you better have 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 boney homey
stoney (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 gonna get me me, you get you you
What I look like, about some shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot I ain't shank nobody
I kill nobody, it wasn't us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and don't have to show no gun
It takes one to know one, and no one can me
How to be, i'ma be me, aight?
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 talk don't make no
I'm to make the dollars, my momma told me
To go to school and be a scholar, but ain't for me
So even go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go where
Probably in about seven years, I have no hair
But not only am I the hair club president, I'm also a
I come off like a toupee, I still to pay 2pc dark
A raider that lost the ark/arc, on the shot
But now I shoot rock, I be all out of breath
My boy adefo wanted to be a
But he went down south, and fell in love call me
Cause love is gonna getcha i'ma
I'm like b.j. my arm is 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 more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, call me the of love!!!
I love music, I love my momma
I love myself, I 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 sides moms, ron's moms, moms, corey's moms
Who are you? these people be y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)