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"i love the way I am and 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 for? (yup)
For the beat, sweetly oblique
I'm fresh, I clean, but I can't whistle
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm buggin
no dug in the crates, I dug in my nose
And picked a rhyme any rhyme I have 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 some to read
buy from me
I got the flame u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
Some of the realest illest cats you may see
In life if you get one
are like jobs to me (why? ) because they 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
Rhymes I wrecks affects the
Down to the preps in the polos, the studs pros
Hoes who wheeze, the to the dreaded
To folks with butters, high and rollers
Players with plat studs with stocking caps I be rocking
Til I
Niggaz play my tape about as much as do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm at last
free 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 you had the patience, you better have the patience
Cause
"i love the way I am and can't out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony rony I'm that boney
From (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 stems back to the of being true
gonna get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, talkin about shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot I ain't shank nobody
I kill 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 know one, and no one can me
How to be, i'ma be me, aight?
Cause I'm a man, now it
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
*singing* sometimes, sometimes, I get a feeling!
I'm chillin at the flat, lookin at the wall
Wondering can I off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be talkin
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 even go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go where
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 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 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
from east to west, all across 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, call me the of love!!!
I love good music, I love my
I love myself, I you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs plays in background)
Yo I wanna say peace to my moms, my
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 y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)