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"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -->
(repeat 2x, then 2x with 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 beat, sweetly oblique
I'm fresh, I come clean, but I whistle
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm only
no dug in the crates, I dug in my nose
And a rhyme any rhyme I don't have any time
To waste, I'm hip... don't trip
To an easy travel 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
of the realest illest chillest cats you may see
In your if you get one
Rappers are like jobs to me (why? ) because they get
Here it I'm as able as cain to get raw
That's why the dj's mix me, I'm bust dickses
Not da so save all your threats
I'm good to go and I'm rets
Rhymes I wrecks the roughnecks
to the preps in the polos, the studs with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the to the dreaded
To with butters, high rollers and rollers
Players with plat with stocking caps 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 bird, I'm special
But you that special, as that investor
So to I say congratulations
I'm you had the patience, you better have the patience
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
stoney (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin 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
gonna get me me, you just get you you
What I like, talkin about some shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I ain't shank
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 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 chillin at the flat, at the wall
Wondering can I off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be talkin
But some say my talk make no sense
I'm to make the dollars, my momma told me
To go to school and be a scholar, but ain't for me
So don't 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 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 I shoot rock, I be all out of breath
My boy adefo to be a chef
But he went down south, and fell in love call me
Cause love is gonna getcha getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is and I stretch ya
Styles east to west, all across 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, me the gangsta of love!!!
I love music, I love my momma
I love myself, I you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs sample in background)
Yo I wanna say peace to my moms, my
Lil chandra, and john, yo in peace to my aunt stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, moms, corey's moms
Who are you? these be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)