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"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -->
(repeat 2x, then 2x '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, 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 rhyme I have any time
To waste, I'm hip... even trip
To an travel 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 u-i-c but I be,
Some of the realest illest cats you may see
In life if you get one
Rappers are like to me (why? ) because they get done
Here it comes I'm as as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna dickses
Not da bomb so save all your
I'm to go and also I'm rets
Rhymes I wrecks the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the with pros
who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded
To folks with butters, high rollers and
Players with plat with stocking caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz play my tape about as much as do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm free at
I'ma free man, 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 have the
Cause
"i love the way I am and nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony I'm that boney homey
From (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin take it ez, and was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But is far more than bats and gats
It stems back to the of being true
gonna get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, about some shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I shank nobody
I kill nobody, it wasn't us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a and still don't have to show no gun
It takes one to 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, lookin at the
can I come off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be talkin
But some say my talk make no sense
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 won't have no
But not only am I the hair club president, I'm also a
I come off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc
A that 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 is gonna getcha i'ma getcha
I'm b.j. my arm is strong and I stretch ya
Styles from east to west, all the country
I'm that big fat one niggaz catch when bumpin
I would 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 love myself, I 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 to my aunt stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, moms, corey's moms
Who are you? people be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)