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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 looking (yup)
For the beat, sweetly oblique
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 I don't have any time
To waste, I'm hip... even trip
To an easy travel now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want some 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 life if you get one
Rappers are like jobs to me (why? ) because get done
Here it comes I'm as able as to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna dickses
Not da bomb so save all your
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 butters, high rollers and rollers
Players with studs with stocking caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz my tape about as much as they do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm at last
free man, free 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 better the patience
Cause
"i the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup rony I'm that boney homey
stoney (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin take it ez, and 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, talkin about some shit I do?
I ain't nobody I ain't shank nobody
I kill nobody, it wasn't us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a and still don't have to show no gun
It takes one to know one, and no one can 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 out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
sometimes, sometimes, I get a good feeling!
When I'm chillin at the flat, lookin at the
can I come off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be shit
But some say my talk 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 don't even go there, I'm out of nowhere, to go where
in about seven years, I won't have no hair
But not am I the hair club president, I'm also a client
I off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc dark
A raider that never the ark/arc, on the shot
But now I shoot rock, I be all out of breath
My boy adefo to be a chef
But he went south, and fell in love call me love
Cause love is gonna 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 when bumpin
I probably would get more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta of love!!!
I love music, I love 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 in peace to my aunt 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 sample is cut and to end)