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"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here 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 for? (yup)
For the beat, sweetly oblique
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I can't
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm only
no dug in the crates, I dug in my nose
And picked a any rhyme 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 some to read
buy from me
I got the like u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
of the realest 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 able as to get raw
why the dj's 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 pros
who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded
To folks with butters, rollers and rollers
Players with plat studs with stocking 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 free man, free as the be
And like an early bird, I'm
But you ain't special, as that investor
So to myself I say
I'm you had the patience, you better 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 boney homey
From (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 than bats and gats
It stems back to the of being true
It's get me me, you just get you you
I look like, talkin about some shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I ain't shank
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 takes one to 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 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 talkin
But some say my don't make no sense
I'm tryin to the dollars, my momma 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
Probably in about seven years, I won't have no
But not am I the hair club president, I'm also a client
I come off like a toupee, I still to pay 2pc dark
A raider that lost the ark/arc, on the shot
But now when I shoot rock, I be all out of
My boy adefo to be a chef
But he went down south, and fell in love call me
Cause love is gonna getcha i'ma
I'm like b.j. my arm is and I stretch ya
Styles from east to west, all the country
I'm that big fat one niggaz catch when bumpin
I probably would get bumped more if I was a
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta of love!!!
I love good music, I love my
I myself, I love you, and you love 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 peace to my 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)