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"i the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
(repeat 2x, then 2x with 'common' at the end of line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! it's me
Is it me you're looking (yup)
For the beat, sweetly oblique
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I 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 agent now we fly for
I can be fly for free, you some flyer to read
buy from me
I got the flame u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
Some of the illest chillest cats you may see
In your if you get one
are like jobs to me (why? ) because 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 I'm rets
Rhymes I wrecks the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the with pros
who wheeze, the bald-headed 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 as much as they do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm at last
I'ma man, free as the world be
And an early bird, I'm special
But you that special, as that investor
So to myself I say
I'm you had the patience, you better have the patience
Cause
"i the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony rony I'm that boney
stoney (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin take it ez, and they was "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far than bats and gats
It stems back to the roots of being
It's get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, talkin some shit I ain't do?
I ain't 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 have to show no gun
It takes one to one, and no one can tell me
How to be, i'ma be me, aight?
Cause I'm a man, now it
"i love the way I am and nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
*singing* sometimes, sometimes, I get a feeling!
When I'm at the flat, lookin at the wall
can I come off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be talkin
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 ain't for me
So even go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go where
Probably in seven years, I won't have no hair
But not only am I the club president, I'm also a client
I come off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc
A raider that never lost the ark/arc, on the
But now when I shoot rock, I be all out of
My boy adefo wanted to be a
But he down south, and fell in love call me love
Cause love is getcha i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is strong and I ya
Styles from east to west, all the country
I'm like that big fat one catch when bumpin
I probably would get bumped more if I was a
But I am a gangsta, call me the of love!!!
I love good music, I love my
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 stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's
Who are you? these people be themselves y'all, em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)