Common - Thisisme Lyrics
I love the way I am and cant nobody out here change me --> krs-one(repeat 2x, then 2x with common at the end of each line)Check it outGood morning... be at calm, Im backHuh! its me againIs it me youre looking for? (yup)For the perfect beat, sweetly obliqueIm fresh, I come clean, but I cant whistle*attempt at whistling* psss, Im only bugginWhile no dug in the crates, I dug in my noseAnd picked a rhyme any rhyme I dont have any timeTo waste, Im hip... dont even tripTo an easy travel agent now we fly for freeI can be fly for free, you want some flyer to readThen buy from meI got the flame like u-i-c but I be, u-a-cSome of the realest illest chillest cats you may seeIn your life if you get oneRappers are like jobs to me (why? ) because they get doneHere it comes Im as able as cain to get rawThats why the djs mix me, Im gonna bust dicksesNot da bomb so save all your threatsIm good to go and also Im retsRhymes I wrecks affects the roughnecksDown to the preps in the polos, the studs with prosHoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreadedTo folks with butters, high rollers and rollersPlayers with plat studs with stocking caps I be rocking rapsTil I collapseNiggaz play my tape about as much as they do crapsIm on point, I celo, I see highHi c, Im free at lastIma free man, free as the world beAnd like an early bird, Im specialBut you aint that special, as that investorSo to myself I say congratulationsIm glad you had the patience, you better have the patienceCause thisismeI love the way I am and cant nobody out here change me --> krs-oneCommon!(repeat 3x)Whassup scony rony Im that boney homeyFrom stoney (common) you know me!Off the gp niggaz see me on the tvTalkin take it ez, and they was like he aint hardcore!But hardcore is far more than bats and gatsIt stems back to the roots of being trueIts gonna get me me, you just get you youWhat I look like, talkin about some shit I aint do?I aint shoot nobody I aint shank nobodyI aint kill nobody, it wasnt us it was them!The warriors, Im a warrior and still dont have to show no gunIt takes one to know one, and no one can tell meHow to be, cause ima be me, aight?Cause Im a man, now check itI love the way I am and cant nobody out here change me --> krs-oneCommon!(repeat 3x)*singing* sometimes, sometimes, I get a good feeling!When Im chillin at the flat, lookin at the wallWondering can I come off of it, Im off a bitOn the mic I be talkin shitBut some say my talk dont make no senseIm tryin to make the dollars, my momma told meTo go to school and be a scholar, but school aint for meSo dont even go there, Im comin out of nowhere, to go whereProbably in about seven years, I wont have no hairBut not only am I the hair club president, Im also a clientI come off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc darkA raider that never lost the ark/arc, on the shotBut now when I shoot rock, I be all out of breathMy boy adefo wanted to be a chefBut he went down south, and fell in love call me loveCause love is gonna getcha ima getchaIm like b.j. my arm is strong and I stretch yaStyles from east to west, all across the countryIm like that big fat one niggaz catch when bumpinI probably would get bumped more if I was a gangsterBut I am a gangsta, call me the gangsta of love!!!I love good music, I love my mommaI love myself, I love you, and you love meAnd thisis -- Im out(krs sample plays in background)Yo I wanna say peace to my moms, my grandmommaLil chandra, and john, yo rest in peace to my aunt stellaMy sides moms, rons moms, dawns moms, coreys momsWho are you? these people be themselves yall, peace em outCommon! (4x)(krs sample is cut and scratched to end)
