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"i the way I am and can't nobody 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 looking for? (yup)
For the perfect beat, sweetly
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I whistle
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm only
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 agent now we fly for
I can be fly for free, you want some to read
Then buy me
I got the like u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
Some of the illest chillest cats 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 able as to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm bust dickses
Not da bomb so all your threats
I'm good to go and also I'm
Rhymes I affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the to the dreaded
To folks with butters, high rollers and
Players with plat studs with stocking caps I be rocking
Til I
Niggaz 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 like an 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 me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony rony I'm 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 than 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 nobody I ain't shank nobody
I kill nobody, it wasn't us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and still don't to show no gun
It one to know one, and no one can tell me
How to be, cause be me, aight?
Cause I'm a man, now it
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
*singing* sometimes, sometimes, I get a feeling!
When I'm chillin at the flat, at the wall
can I come 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 tryin to the dollars, my momma told 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 seven years, I have no hair
But not only am I the hair club president, I'm also a
I come off a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc dark
A raider that lost the ark/arc, on the shot
But now when I shoot rock, I be all out of
My boy adefo wanted to be a
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 and I stretch ya
Styles from east to west, all across the
I'm that big fat one niggaz catch when bumpin
I probably would get bumped 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 love you, and you 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 moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's moms
Who are you? people be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)