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"i love the way I am and can't out here change me" --> krs-one
(repeat 2x, then 2x with 'common' at the end of 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 clean, but I can't whistle
*attempt at psss, I'm only buggin
no dug in the crates, I dug in my nose
And picked a any rhyme I don't have any time
To waste, I'm hip... even trip
To an easy agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want some to read
buy from me
I got the flame u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
of the realest illest chillest cats you may see
In your if you get one
Rappers are like jobs to me (why? ) because get done
Here it I'm as able as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna bust
Not da bomb so all your threats
I'm to go and also I'm rets
Rhymes I wrecks the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the to the dreaded
To folks butters, high rollers and rollers
Players with plat studs with stocking I be rocking raps
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, as the world be
And like an bird, I'm special
But you ain't that special, as that
So to I say congratulations
I'm glad you had the patience, you better the patience
Cause
"i love the way I am and nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony rony I'm that boney
From stoney (common) you me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin take it ez, and was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more than 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 ain't kill nobody, it us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a and still don't have to show no gun
It takes one to know one, and no one can 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 change 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 some say my don't make no sense
I'm tryin to make the dollars, my told me
To go to school and be a scholar, but school for me
So even go there, I'm comin 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 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 wanted to be a
But he went down south, and in love call me love
Cause love is gonna i'ma getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is strong and I ya
Styles from east to west, all across the
I'm like that big fat one niggaz catch bumpin
I probably would get bumped more if I was a
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 sample 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, moms
Who are you? these people be y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)