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"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -->
(repeat 2x, then 2x with 'common' at the end of line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! me again
Is it me looking for? (yup)
For the perfect beat, oblique
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I can't
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm only
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And picked a rhyme any rhyme I don't 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 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 as cain to get raw
That's why the mix me, I'm gonna bust dickses
Not da bomb so all your threats
I'm good to go and I'm rets
Rhymes I affects the roughnecks
to the preps 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 my tape about 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 ain't that special, as 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
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 hardcore is far more than and gats
It stems back to the roots of true
It's get me me, you just get you you
I look like, talkin 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 and still don't have to show no gun
It one to know one, and no one can tell me
How to be, i'ma be me, aight?
I'm a man, now check 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 at the flat, lookin 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 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 even go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go
Probably in about years, I won't have no hair
But not only am I the hair club president, I'm a client
I off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc dark
A that 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 fell in call me love
Cause love is gonna i'ma getcha
I'm b.j. my arm is strong and I stretch ya
Styles east to west, all across the country
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 good music, I 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 stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, moms
Who are you? these people be themselves y'all, em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)