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"i love the way I am and can't 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! it's me
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 I don't 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 some flyer to
buy from me
I got the flame like but I be, u-a-c
Some of the realest chillest cats you may see
In life if you get one
Rappers are like jobs to me (why? ) they get done
Here it comes I'm as as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm bust dickses
Not da bomb so all your threats
I'm to go and also I'm rets
I wrecks affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the with pros
who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded
To with butters, high rollers and rollers
with plat studs with stocking caps I be rocking raps
Til I
play 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 free man, free as the be
And an early bird, I'm special
But you ain't that special, as that
So to I say congratulations
I'm glad you had the patience, you have the patience
Cause
"i love the way I am and nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony rony I'm boney homey
From (common) you know 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 than and gats
It stems to the roots of being true
It's gonna get me me, you get you you
What I look like, talkin some shit I ain't do?
I shoot nobody I ain't shank nobody
I ain't kill nobody, it us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a and still don't have to show no gun
It one to know one, and no one can tell 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)
sometimes, sometimes, I get a good 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 talk don't no sense
I'm tryin to make the dollars, my momma me
To go to and be a scholar, but school ain't for me
So don't even go there, I'm out of nowhere, to go where
Probably in about years, I won't have no hair
But not only am I the club president, I'm also a client
I come off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc
A raider that never 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 fell in call me love
Cause love is getcha i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is and I stretch ya
Styles 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 love my
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, ron's moms, dawn's moms, moms
Who are these people be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)