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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 perfect beat, sweetly
I'm fresh, I clean, but I can't whistle
at whistling* psss, I'm only buggin
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And picked a rhyme any rhyme I don't have any
To waste, I'm hip... even trip
To an easy agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you some flyer to read
Then buy me
I got the flame like but I be, u-a-c
Some of the realest illest cats you may see
In life if you get one
Rappers are like jobs to me (why? ) because they get
it comes I'm as able as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm bust dickses
Not da bomb so save all threats
I'm good to go and also I'm
Rhymes I wrecks affects the
Down to the preps in the polos, the with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the
To with butters, high rollers and rollers
Players plat studs with stocking caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz play my about as much as they do craps
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 that special, as investor
So to myself I say
I'm glad you had the patience, you better the patience
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
From (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin take it ez, and they was like "he hardcore!"
But is far more than bats and gats
It stems back to the roots of true
gonna get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, talkin about shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I ain't shank
I ain't 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,
Cause I'm a man, now 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 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 to make the dollars, my momma told me
To go to and be a scholar, but school ain't 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 also a
I off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc dark
A raider never lost the ark/arc, on the shot
But now when I shoot rock, I be all out of
My boy wanted to be a chef
But he went down south, and fell in call me love
love is gonna getcha i'ma getcha
I'm b.j. my arm is strong and I stretch ya
from east to west, all across the country
I'm that big fat one niggaz catch when bumpin
I probably would get bumped more if I was a
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 to my aunt 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 is cut and scratched to end)