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"i the way I am and can't nobody out here 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! me again
Is it me you're looking (yup)
For the perfect beat, sweetly
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I can't
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm only
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And picked a rhyme any rhyme I don't have any
To waste, I'm hip... don't even
To an easy travel now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want some flyer to
Then buy me
I got the flame like but I be, u-a-c
of the realest illest chillest cats you may see
In your 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
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 affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the studs pros
Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the
To folks with butters, rollers and rollers
Players with plat studs with caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz play my tape as much as they do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm free at
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 have the patience
Cause
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony rony I'm that 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 more than and gats
It back to the roots of being true
gonna get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, about some shit I ain't 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 don't 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 nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
*singing* sometimes, sometimes, I get a feeling!
When I'm chillin at the flat, at the wall
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 told me
To go to school and be a scholar, but school for me
So don't go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go where
Probably in about seven years, I have 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 raider that never lost the ark/arc, on the
But now when I shoot rock, I be all out of
My boy adefo to be a chef
But he down south, and fell in love call me love
Cause love is getcha i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is 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, call me the 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 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 sample is cut and to end)