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"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -->
(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 looking for? (yup)
For the perfect beat, oblique
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I can't
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm 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 easy agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want flyer to read
Then buy me
I got the like u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
Some of the illest chillest cats you may see
In your if you get one
Rappers are jobs to me (why? ) because 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 bust
Not da bomb so all your threats
I'm good to go and also I'm
I wrecks affects the roughnecks
Down to the in the polos, the studs with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the to the dreaded
To folks with butters, high and rollers
Players with plat studs with caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz play my tape about as much as they do
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm at last
I'ma man, free 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 glad you had the patience, you better the patience
Cause
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
scony rony I'm that boney homey
From (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
take it ez, and they was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far than bats and gats
It stems back to the roots of being
It's get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, talkin about shit I ain't do?
I shoot nobody I ain't shank nobody
I ain't nobody, it wasn't us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and still have to show no gun
It one to know one, and no one can tell me
How to be, i'ma be me, aight?
I'm a man, now check it
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
*singing* sometimes, sometimes, I get a feeling!
When I'm chillin at the flat, lookin at the
Wondering can I off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be shit
But some say my talk don't 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 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 club president, I'm also a client
I come off a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc dark
A raider that lost the ark/arc, on the shot
But now when I rock, I be all out of breath
My boy adefo wanted to be a
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 catch when bumpin
I probably would get more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta 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 say peace to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in to my aunt stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's
Who are you? these people be themselves y'all, em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)