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"i love the way I am and can't nobody out change me" --> krs-one
(repeat 2x, then 2x 'common' at the end of each line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! me again
Is it me looking for? (yup)
For the beat, sweetly oblique
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I can't
*attempt at 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 travel agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want some flyer to
buy from me
I got the flame like but I be, u-a-c
Some of the realest illest 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 able as to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna dickses
Not da so save all your threats
I'm good to go and I'm rets
I wrecks affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the studs pros
who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded
To folks with butters, high rollers and
Players with plat studs with 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 free at
free man, free as the world be
And like an bird, I'm special
But you ain't that special, as that
So to I say congratulations
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
take it ez, and they was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more bats and gats
It stems to the roots of being true
It's get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, talkin about shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I ain't 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 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 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 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 make no sense
I'm to make the dollars, my momma told me
To go to and be a scholar, but school ain't 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 club president, I'm also a client
I come off a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc dark
A that never lost the ark/arc, on the shot
But now when I shoot rock, I be all out of
My boy wanted to be a chef
But he went down south, and in love call me love
love is gonna getcha i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is and I stretch ya
Styles from east to west, all across the
I'm like that big fat one niggaz catch bumpin
I probably get bumped more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta of love!!!
I love music, I love my momma
I myself, I love you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs sample 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 is cut and scratched to end)