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"i love the way I am and can't nobody out change me" --> krs-one
(repeat 2x, then 2x with at the end of each line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! me again
Is it me you're for? (yup)
For the beat, sweetly oblique
I'm fresh, I clean, but I can't whistle
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm buggin
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And picked a rhyme any I don't have any time
To waste, I'm hip... don't even
To an easy agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want some to read
Then buy me
I got the like u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
Some of the realest illest chillest you may see
In life if you get one
Rappers are like jobs to me (why? ) they get done
it comes I'm as able as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm bust dickses
Not da bomb so save all your
I'm good to go and also I'm
Rhymes I affects the roughnecks
to the preps in the polos, the studs with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the to the dreaded
To folks with butters, high rollers and
Players with studs with stocking caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz play my tape about as much as they do
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm free at
free man, free as the world be
And like an early bird, I'm
But you ain't special, as that investor
So to I say congratulations
I'm you had the patience, you better have the patience
Cause
"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
From (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin take it ez, and they was like "he hardcore!"
But is far more than 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 some shit I ain't do?
I shoot nobody I ain't shank nobody
I ain't kill nobody, it 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,
I'm a man, now check it
"i love the way I am and can't out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
*singing* sometimes, sometimes, I get a feeling!
When I'm chillin at the flat, lookin at the
can I come off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be talkin
But some say my don't 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 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 still have to pay 2pc
A raider never lost 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 down south, and fell in love call me love
Cause is gonna getcha 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 more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta of love!!!
I good music, I love my momma
I myself, I love you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs sample in background)
Yo I wanna say to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo in peace to my aunt stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, moms, corey's moms
Who are you? these people be y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)