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"i the way I am and can't nobody out here 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 looking (yup)
For the perfect beat, sweetly
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I can't
at whistling* psss, I'm only buggin
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... don't even
To an easy 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 but I be, u-a-c
Some of the illest chillest cats you may see
In life if you get one
Rappers are like to me (why? ) because they get done
Here it I'm as able as cain to get raw
why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna bust dickses
Not da so save all your threats
I'm good to go and also I'm
Rhymes I affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the with pros
who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded
To folks with butters, rollers and rollers
Players with plat studs stocking caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz play my 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 early bird, I'm
But you ain't that special, as that
So to myself I say
I'm glad you had the patience, you better have the
Cause
"i love the way I am and nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony I'm that boney homey
From stoney (common) you me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin take it ez, and they was like "he hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more 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 about shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I ain't shank
I kill nobody, it wasn't us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and still don't to show no gun
It takes one to know one, and no one can me
How to be, cause be me, aight?
Cause I'm a man, now it
"i love the way I am and nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
sometimes, sometimes, I get a good feeling!
When I'm chillin at the flat, at the wall
Wondering can I 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 to make the dollars, my momma told me
To go to and be a scholar, but school ain't for me
So don't go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go where
Probably in about seven years, I won't no hair
But not only am I the club president, I'm also a client
I off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc dark
A that never lost 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 went south, and fell in love call me love
Cause is gonna getcha i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is and I stretch 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, call me the of love!!!
I love music, I love my momma
I love myself, I 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 stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's
Who are you? people be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)