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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 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 I don't have any time
To waste, I'm hip... don't even
To an easy travel now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want some flyer to
Then buy me
I got the like u-i-c but I be, u-a-c
of the realest illest chillest cats you may see
In life 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 all your threats
I'm good to go and also I'm
Rhymes I affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the polos, the with pros
who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded
To folks with butters, rollers and rollers
Players plat studs with stocking caps 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
free man, free as the world be
And an early bird, I'm special
But you ain't that special, as investor
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 out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup rony I'm that boney homey
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 bats 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 about some I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I ain't shank
I ain't kill nobody, it us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and don't have to show no gun
It takes one to one, and no one can tell me
How to be, cause i'ma be me,
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)
sometimes, sometimes, I get a good 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 say my talk don't 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 even go there, I'm out of nowhere, to go where
Probably in about years, I won't have no hair
But not only am I the hair club president, I'm also a
I come off like a toupee, I still to pay 2pc dark
A raider that never lost the ark/arc, on the
But now I shoot rock, I be all out of breath
My boy wanted to be a chef
But he went south, and fell in love call me love
Cause love is gonna getcha getcha
I'm like b.j. my arm is strong and I ya
Styles from east to west, all the country
I'm like that big fat one niggaz catch bumpin
I probably would get more if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, call me the of love!!!
I love music, I love my momma
I myself, I love you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs plays in background)
Yo I say peace to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in to my aunt stella
My sides moms, moms, dawn's moms, corey's moms
Who are you? these be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs sample is cut and to end)