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"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here 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 you're for? (yup)
For the beat, sweetly oblique
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I can't
at whistling* psss, I'm only 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 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 like u-i-c but I be,
of the realest illest chillest cats you may see
In your if you get one
Rappers are like to me (why? ) because they get done
it comes 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 also I'm
Rhymes I wrecks affects the
Down to the preps in the polos, the studs with
who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded
To folks butters, high rollers and rollers
Players with plat studs with stocking 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 free man, as the world be
And like an early bird, I'm
But you ain't that special, as that
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 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 take it ez, and they was "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more than and gats
It stems back to the roots of true
It's gonna get me me, you get you you
What I look like, talkin about some 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 and still don't have to show no gun
It one to know one, and no one can tell me
How to be, i'ma be me, aight?
I'm a man, now check it
"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -->
Common!
(repeat 3x)
*singing* sometimes, sometimes, I get a 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 shit
But some say my talk make no sense
I'm tryin to the dollars, my momma told me
To go to school and be a scholar, but school for me
So don't go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go where
in about seven years, I won't have no hair
But not only am I the hair club president, I'm a client
I come off like a toupee, I still to pay 2pc dark
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 south, and fell in love call me love
love is gonna getcha i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is and I stretch ya
Styles from to west, all across the country
I'm like big fat one niggaz catch when bumpin
I probably would get more if I was a gangster
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 rest in to my aunt stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, dawn's moms, corey's
Who are you? these people be y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)