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"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -->
(repeat 2x, then 2x with at the end of each line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! it's me
Is it me you're for? (yup)
For the beat, sweetly oblique
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I whistle
*attempt at psss, I'm only 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... even trip
To an travel agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want flyer to read
Then buy me
I got the flame like u-i-c but I be,
Some of the realest chillest cats you may see
In your 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 I'm rets
Rhymes I wrecks the roughnecks
to the preps in the polos, the studs with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the to the dreaded
To folks with butters, high and rollers
Players 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
I'ma free man, as the world be
And an early bird, I'm special
But you ain't that special, as 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 change me" -->
Common!
(repeat 3x)
scony rony I'm that boney homey
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 back to the roots of being true
It's gonna get me me, you get you you
What I look like, about some shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot I ain't shank nobody
I ain't nobody, it wasn't 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,
Cause I'm a man, now 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 talkin
But say my talk don't make no sense
I'm tryin to make the dollars, my 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
in about seven years, I won't have no hair
But not only am I the hair president, I'm also 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 wanted to be a chef
But he down south, and fell in love call me love
Cause love is getcha i'ma getcha
I'm b.j. my arm is strong and I stretch ya
Styles from east to west, all across the
I'm like that big fat one niggaz catch when
I would get bumped more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, call me the of love!!!
I love good music, I my momma
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 stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's
Who are you? these people be y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)