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"i love the way I am and can't nobody out 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 you're for? (yup)
For the beat, sweetly oblique
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I can't
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm only
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And picked a rhyme any rhyme I don't 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
buy from me
I got the flame u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
Some of the realest illest chillest you may see
In your if you get one
are like jobs to me (why? ) because they get done
Here it comes I'm as able as to get raw
why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna bust dickses
Not da bomb so save all threats
I'm good to go and also I'm
Rhymes I wrecks the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the
To folks with butters, rollers and rollers
Players with plat studs with caps I be rocking raps
Til I
play my tape 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 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 here me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
scony rony I'm that boney homey
From (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
take it ez, and they was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more than bats and
It stems 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 shoot nobody I ain't nobody
I kill nobody, it wasn't us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and still don't have to 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 me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
*singing* sometimes, sometimes, I get a feeling!
When I'm at the flat, lookin at the wall
Wondering can I off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be shit
But say my talk don't make no sense
I'm tryin to make the dollars, my told me
To go to school and be a scholar, but ain't for me
So don't even go there, I'm comin out of nowhere, to go
Probably in about seven years, I won't have no
But not only am I the hair president, I'm also a client
I come off a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc dark
A raider that never 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 went down south, and fell in call me love
Cause love is gonna getcha getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is strong and I ya
Styles east to west, all across 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, me the gangsta of love!!!
I good music, I love my momma
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 peace to my stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, moms, corey's moms
Who are you? these people be y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)