"I love the way I am and nobody out here change me" > KRS One (repeat 2X then 2X with at the end of each line) it out Good morning... be at I'm back HUH! It's me Is it me you're looking (Yup) For the perfect sweetly oblique I'm fresh I come clean but I whistle at whistling* Psss I'm only buggin While No dug in the I dug in my nose and picked a rhyme any rhyme I don't any time to waste, I'm hip... don't even to an easy travel now we fly for free I can be fly for free, you some 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 life if you get one Rappers are like jobs to me (why?) they get done Here it comes I'm as as Cain to get raw That's why the DJ's mix me, I'm bust dickses not da bomb so save all threats I'm good to go and I'm Rets Rhymes I wrecks affects the down to the in the Polos, the studs with pros hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the To folks with butters, high rollers and with plat studs with stocking caps I be rocking raps 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 I'ma free man, free as the be and like an early bird, I'm But you ain't special, as that 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 nobody out here change me" --> KRS-One Common! (repeat 3X) Whassup Scony Rony I'm that homey 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 to the roots of being true gonna get me Me, you just get you You What I look like, talkin 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 warrior and still don't have to no gun It takes one to one, and no one can tell me how to be, cause be me, aight? Cause I'm a man, now it "I love the way I am and can't nobody out here me" --> KRS-One Common! (repeat 3X) *singing* Sometimes, sometimes, I get a 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 talk make no Sense I'm tryin to make the Dollars, my momma me to go to school and be a scholar, but school for me So don't even go there, I'm 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 that never 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 me love cause is gonna getcha I'ma getcha I'm like B.J. my Arm is Strong and I ya Styles East to West, all across the country I'm like big fat one niggaz catch when bumpin I probably 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 to my moms, my grandmomma Lil Chandra, and John, yo rest in to my Aunt Stella My sides moms, 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)