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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 you're for? (yup)
For the beat, sweetly oblique
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I whistle
*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 any time
To waste, I'm hip... don't even
To an travel agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want some to read
buy from me
I got the flame like but I be, u-a-c
Some of the illest 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 mix me, I'm gonna bust dickses
Not da bomb so save all your
I'm to go and also I'm rets
Rhymes I wrecks the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the studs with
who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded
To folks with butters, rollers and rollers
Players plat studs with stocking caps I be rocking raps
Til I
play my tape about 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 like an early bird, I'm
But you ain't that special, as investor
So to I say congratulations
I'm glad you had the patience, you have the patience
Cause
"i the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony rony I'm that boney
stoney (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin take it ez, and they was "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 some shit I do?
I ain't shoot nobody I shank nobody
I ain't kill nobody, it us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and still have to show no gun
It takes one to one, and no one can tell me
How to be, cause be me, aight?
Cause I'm a man, now it
"i the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
*singing* sometimes, sometimes, I get a feeling!
When I'm at the flat, lookin at the wall
Wondering can I 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 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 won't have no
But not only am I the club president, I'm also a client
I come off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc
A raider that 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 fell in call me love
Cause is gonna getcha i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is strong and I ya
from east 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 myself, I love you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs plays in background)
Yo I wanna say to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in peace to my aunt
My sides moms, ron's moms, moms, corey's moms
Who are you? these be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)