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"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here me" --> krs-one
(repeat 2x, then 2x with 'common' at the end of line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! me again
Is it me looking for? (yup)
For the beat, sweetly oblique
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I can't
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm only
no dug in the crates, I dug in my nose
And picked a rhyme any rhyme I don't any time
To waste, I'm hip... even trip
To an easy travel agent now we fly for
I can be fly for free, you want some flyer to
buy from me
I got the flame like u-i-c but I be,
Some of the realest 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 as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna bust
Not da bomb so save all threats
I'm good to go and also I'm
I wrecks affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the studs with
Hoes who wheeze, the to the dreaded
To folks butters, high rollers and rollers
with plat studs with stocking 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 at last
I'ma 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 glad you had the patience, you better have the
Cause
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -->
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony rony I'm that homey
From stoney (common) you me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin it ez, and they was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more bats and gats
It back 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 I ain't shank nobody
I kill nobody, it wasn't us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and don't have to show no gun
It takes one to know one, and no one can me
How to be, cause i'ma be me,
I'm a man, now check 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!
When I'm chillin at the flat, lookin at the
Wondering can I off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be talkin
But some say my don't make no sense
I'm tryin to make the dollars, my 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 years, I won't have no hair
But not am I the hair club president, I'm also a client
I come off like a toupee, I still to pay 2pc dark
A raider that never lost the ark/arc, on the
But now when I rock, I be all out of breath
My boy wanted to be a chef
But he went down south, and fell in love call me
Cause love is getcha i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is strong and I ya
Styles east to west, all across the country
I'm like big fat one niggaz catch when bumpin
I would get bumped 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 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 these people be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)