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"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -->
(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 beat, sweetly oblique
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I can't
*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... even trip
To an easy travel now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you some flyer to read
Then buy me
I got the like u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
Some of the realest illest cats you may see
In your if you get one
are like jobs to me (why? ) because they get done
Here it I'm as able as cain to get raw
That's why the mix me, I'm gonna bust dickses
Not da so save all your threats
I'm good to go and I'm rets
Rhymes I affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the studs with
Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the
To with butters, high rollers and rollers
Players with plat studs with caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz play my tape about as much as they do
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm free at
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 have the
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
stoney (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin take it ez, and they was "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more than 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 about shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot 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 have to no gun
It takes one to one, and no one can tell me
How to be, cause be me, aight?
I'm a man, now check it
"i love the way I am and can't out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
*singing* sometimes, sometimes, I get a feeling!
When I'm chillin at the flat, lookin at the
can I come off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be shit
But some say my talk make no sense
I'm tryin to make the dollars, my momma 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 seven years, I won't have no hair
But not only am I the hair club president, I'm also a
I come off like a toupee, I still 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 down south, and fell in love call me love
Cause love is gonna getcha i'ma
I'm like b.j. my arm is and I stretch ya
Styles from east to west, all the country
I'm like that big fat one niggaz catch when
I probably get bumped more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, call me the of love!!!
I love good music, I love my
I myself, I love you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs plays in background)
Yo I wanna say to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in peace to my stella
My moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's moms
Who are you? these people be themselves y'all, em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)