"I love the way I am and nobody out here change me" > KRS One (repeat 2X then 2X with 'Common' at the end of line) it out Good morning... be at I'm back HUH! me again Is it me looking for? (Yup) For the beat sweetly oblique I'm fresh I come clean but I whistle *attempt at whistling* I'm only buggin While No dug in the I dug in my nose and picked a rhyme any rhyme I 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 flyer to read then buy me I got the like U-I-C but I be, U-A-C of the realest illest chillest cats you may see in your if you get one Rappers are like to me (why?) because they get done Here it comes I'm as Able as to get raw That's why the DJ's mix me, I'm gonna bust not da bomb so all your threats I'm good to go and I'm Rets Rhymes I affects the roughnecks down to the in the Polos, the studs with pros hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the To folks butters, high rollers and rollers Players with plat studs with stocking caps I be 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 free at 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 myself I say I'm glad you had the patience, you better have the Cause "I love the way I am and can't nobody out here me" --> KRS-One Common! (repeat 3X) Whassup Scony Rony I'm that boney from Stoney (Common) you 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 true gonna get me Me, you just get you You What I look like, talkin about some I ain't do? I ain't nobody I ain't shank 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 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 shit But say my talk don't make no Sense 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 about seven years, I have no hair But not only am I the Hair Club President, I'm 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 Adefo wanted to be a But he went down South, and fell in love call me love is gonna getcha I'ma getcha I'm B.J. my Arm is Strong and I Stretch ya Styles from to West, all across the country I'm like that big fat one niggaz catch when I would get bumped more if I was a gangster But I am a gangsta, call me the of love!!! I good music, I love my momma I love myself, I you, and you love 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 to my Aunt Stella My sides moms, Ron's moms, Dawn's moms, moms Who are These people be themselves y'all, peace em out Common! (4X) (KRS sample is cut and to end)