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"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here me" --> krs-one
(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 looking (yup)
For the perfect beat, sweetly
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 rhyme I have any time
To waste, I'm hip... even trip
To an easy travel now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want some flyer to
buy from me
I got the like u-i-c 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 get done
Here it I'm as able as cain to get raw
why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna bust dickses
Not da so save all your threats
I'm good to go and also I'm
I wrecks affects the roughnecks
Down to the in the polos, the studs with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the to the dreaded
To folks with butters, high rollers and
Players with plat studs with stocking caps I be rocking
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
free man, free as the world be
And an early bird, I'm special
But you ain't that special, as investor
So to I say congratulations
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)
scony rony I'm that boney homey
From (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin take it ez, and was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more bats and gats
It stems back to the roots of being
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 ain't 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 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 the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
sometimes, sometimes, I get a good feeling!
When I'm at the flat, lookin 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 tryin to make the dollars, my 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 seven years, I won't 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 never 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 went down south, and 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 catch when
I probably would get more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, call me the of love!!!
I love good music, I my momma
I myself, I love you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs sample in background)
Yo I wanna say to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in peace to my aunt
My moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's moms
Who are these people be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)