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"i love the way I am and can't out here change me" --> krs-one
(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 for? (yup)
For the beat, sweetly oblique
I'm fresh, I clean, but I can't whistle
*attempt at psss, I'm only buggin
no dug in the crates, I dug in my nose
And a rhyme any rhyme I don't have any time
To waste, I'm hip... don't trip
To an easy travel agent now we fly for
I can be fly for free, you some flyer to read
Then buy me
I got the flame u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
Some of the realest chillest cats you may see
In your if you get one
are like jobs to me (why? ) because they 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
Rhymes I wrecks the roughnecks
to the preps in the polos, the studs with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the
To folks with butters, high and rollers
Players with plat studs with caps I be rocking raps
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 special, as that investor
So to I say congratulations
I'm glad you had the patience, you better the patience
Cause
"i love the way I am and can't out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup rony I'm that boney homey
From stoney (common) you 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 true
gonna get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, talkin about some I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I ain't shank
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 one, and no one can tell me
How to be, cause i'ma be me,
Cause I'm a man, now it
"i love the way I am and nobody 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
can I come 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 make the dollars, my momma me
To go to school and be a scholar, but ain't for me
So even go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go where
Probably in about seven years, I won't no hair
But not only am I the 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 rock, I be all out of breath
My boy adefo wanted to be a
But he went down south, and fell in call me love
Cause is gonna getcha i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is 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 more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta 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 say peace to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in peace to my aunt
My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, moms
Who are these people be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)