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"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 calm, I'm
Huh! it's me
Is it me you're looking (yup)
For the perfect beat, sweetly
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I can't
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm only
no dug in the crates, I dug in my nose
And picked a rhyme any rhyme I don't have any
To waste, I'm hip... don't trip
To an easy travel agent now we fly for
I can be fly for free, you want flyer to read
Then buy me
I got the flame 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 gonna dickses
Not da bomb so save all threats
I'm good to go and also I'm
I wrecks affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the studs with
Hoes who wheeze, the to the dreaded
To folks with butters, rollers and rollers
with plat studs with stocking 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 an early 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 out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony rony I'm that boney
From (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin take it ez, and they was like "he hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more than bats and
It stems to the roots of being true
It's get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, talkin about some 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 have to no gun
It takes one to know one, and no one can 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, 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 no sense
I'm tryin to the dollars, my momma told me
To go to school and be a scholar, but school for me
So don't even go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go
Probably in about seven years, I won't no hair
But not only am I the club president, I'm also a client
I come off like a toupee, I still 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 wanted to be a chef
But he went down south, and fell in love call me
Cause is gonna getcha i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is strong and I ya
Styles from east to west, all across the
I'm that big fat one niggaz catch when bumpin
I would get bumped more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta of love!!!
I love good music, I love my
I love myself, I love you, and you 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 peace to my aunt
My moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's moms
Who are you? these people be themselves y'all, em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)