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"i love the way I am and can't nobody out change me" --> krs-one
(repeat 2x, 2x with 'common' at the end of each line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! it's me
Is it me looking for? (yup)
For the perfect beat, oblique
I'm fresh, I clean, but I can't whistle
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm only
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And picked a rhyme any rhyme I don't any time
To waste, I'm hip... even trip
To an easy travel agent now we fly for
I can be fly for free, you some flyer to read
Then buy me
I got the flame u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
Some of the realest chillest cats you may see
In your if you get one
Rappers are like to me (why? ) because they get done
it comes I'm as able as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna bust
Not da bomb so save all your
I'm good to go and I'm rets
I wrecks affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the
To with 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 at last
I'ma free man, as the world be
And like an bird, I'm special
But you that special, as that investor
So to myself I say
I'm you had the patience, you better have the patience
Cause
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out 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 and gats
It stems back to the roots of true
It's get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, talkin about some shit I do?
I ain't nobody I ain't shank nobody
I ain't kill nobody, it us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a and still don't have 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 nobody out change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
sometimes, sometimes, I get a good 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 shit
But say my talk 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 even go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go where
Probably in about seven years, I have no hair
But not am I the hair club president, I'm also a client
I come off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc
A that never lost the ark/arc, on the shot
But now when I rock, I be all out of breath
My boy adefo to be a chef
But he went down south, and fell in love call me
Cause 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 bumpin
I would get bumped more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta of love!!!
I good music, I love my momma
I love myself, I 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 to my aunt stella
My moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's moms
Who are these people be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)