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"I love the way I am and can't nobody out here me" > KRS One
(repeat 2X then 2X '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 but I can't whistle
*attempt at whistling* Psss I'm only
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... don't trip
to an travel agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you some flyer to read
buy from me
I got the like U-I-C but I be, U-A-C
Some of the realest chillest cats you may see
in life 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 save all your
I'm good to go and I'm Rets
Rhymes I wrecks affects the
down to the preps in the Polos, the studs pros
hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the
To folks with butters, high and rollers
with plat studs with stocking caps I be rocking raps
til I
play my tape about as much 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 like an bird, I'm special
But you ain't that special, as investor
So to myself I say
I'm you had the patience, you better have the patience
thisisme
"I love the way I am and can't nobody out here me" --> KRS-One
Common!
(repeat 3X)
Whassup Rony I'm that boney homey
Stoney (Common) you know me!
Off the GP see me on the TV
Take It EZ, and they was like "He ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more bats and gats
It stems back to the roots of true
It's gonna get me Me, you get you You
What I look like, talkin about shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I ain't nobody
I kill 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 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 here change me" -->
Common!
(repeat 3X)
*singing* Sometimes, sometimes, I get a feeling!
When I'm chillin at the flat, at the wall
can I come off of it, I'm off a bit
on the mic I be talkin
But some say my talk don't make no
I'm tryin to make the Dollars, my momma me
to go to and be a scholar, but school ain't for me
So don't 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 Hair President, I'm also a client
I come off like a toupee, I have to pay 2Pc Dark
A Raider that never the Ark/arc, on the shot
but now when I shoot rock, I be all out of
My boy Adefo to be a chef
But he went down South, and fell in call me love
cause love is getcha I'ma getcha
I'm like B.J. my Arm is and I Stretch ya
Styles from East to West, all the country
I'm like that big fat one niggaz catch when
I probably get bumped more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, call me the 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 say peace to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil Chandra, and John, yo rest in peace to my Stella
My sides moms, moms, Dawn's moms, Corey's moms
Who are you? people be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4X)
(KRS sample is cut and to end)