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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 looking for? (yup)
For the perfect beat, oblique
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I whistle
at whistling* psss, I'm only buggin
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And a rhyme any rhyme 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 flyer to
buy from me
I got the like u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
Some of the realest illest chillest 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 as cain to get raw
That's why the mix me, I'm gonna bust dickses
Not da bomb so save all your
I'm good to go and I'm rets
I wrecks affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the studs pros
Hoes who wheeze, the to the dreaded
To with butters, high rollers and rollers
Players with plat with stocking caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz play my tape about as as they do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm free at
I'ma free man, as the world be
And like an bird, I'm special
But you that special, as that investor
So to myself I say
I'm glad you had the patience, you better have the
Cause
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony 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 stems back to the roots of being
It's get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, talkin about some shit I do?
I shoot nobody I ain't shank nobody
I ain't nobody, it wasn't us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and still don't to show no gun
It takes one to know one, and no one can me
How to be, i'ma be me, aight?
I'm a man, now check it
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -->
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 shit
But some say my talk don't make no
I'm to make the dollars, my momma told 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
Probably in about seven years, I won't have no
But not only am I the hair club president, I'm also a
I come off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc
A raider that lost the ark/arc, on the shot
But now when I shoot rock, I be all out of
My boy wanted to be a chef
But he went down south, and fell in call me love
love is gonna 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 like 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 good music, I love my momma
I love myself, I you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs sample in background)
Yo I wanna say to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo in peace to my aunt stella
My sides moms, moms, dawn's moms, corey's moms
Who are you? these be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)