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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 looking for? (yup)
For the perfect beat, sweetly
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I whistle
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm buggin
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And picked a rhyme any rhyme I have any time
To waste, I'm hip... don't even
To an travel 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 life if you get one
Rappers are like jobs to me (why? ) they get done
it comes I'm as able as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm bust dickses
Not da bomb so save all your
I'm to go and also I'm rets
Rhymes I wrecks affects the
Down to the preps in the polos, the with pros
who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded
To folks with butters, rollers and rollers
Players with plat studs 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 free at
I'ma 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 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 I'm that boney homey
From stoney (common) you me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
take it ez, and they was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more bats and gats
It stems to the roots of being true
It's get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, talkin some shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I 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 one, and no one can tell me
How to be, cause be me, aight?
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 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 some say my talk don't make no
I'm tryin to 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
Probably in about seven years, I have no hair
But not am I the hair club president, I'm also a client
I come off like a toupee, I have to pay 2pc dark
A raider never 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 in love call me love
Cause love is gonna getcha getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is strong and I ya
from east to west, all across the country
I'm like that big fat one niggaz catch 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 my momma
I myself, I love you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs sample in background)
Yo I say peace to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo in peace to my aunt stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, moms, corey's moms
Who are you? these people be y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)