Common Sense - Thisisme lyrics

[Chorus: x4] "I love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" Check it out Good Morning Viet-Com, I'm back HUH! It's me again Is it me you're looking for? (Yup) For the perfect beat, sweetly oblique I'm fresh, I come clean, but I can't whistle Psss, I'm only bugging While No dug in the crates, I dug in my nose And picked a rhyme any rhyme I don't have any time To waste, I'm hip, don't even trip To an easy travel agent now we fly for free I can be fly for free, you want some flyer to read Then buy from me I got the flame like you-I-see but I be, you-A-see Some of the realest illest chillest cats you may see In your life if you get one Rappers are like jobs to me (why?) because they get done Here it comes I'm as Able as Cain to get raw That's why the DJ's mix me, I'm gonna bust dicks This is not the bomb so save all your threats I'm good to go and also I'm Rets Rhymes I wrecks affects the roughnecks Down to the preps in the Polos, the studs with fros Hoes with weaves, the bald-headed to the dreaded To folks with bu*ters, high rollers in rollers Players with plats studs with stockin caps I be rockin raps Til I collapse n***as play my tape about as much as they do craps I'm on point, I celo, I see high Hi see, I'm free at last I'ma free man, free as the world be And like an early bird, I'm special But you ain't that special, as that investor So to myself I say congratulations I'm glad you had the patience, you better have the patience Cause this is me [Chorus: x3] Whats up Scony Rony I'm that boney homey From Stoney (Common) you know me! Off the GP n***as see me on the TV Talking Take It EZ, and they was like "He ain't hardcore!" But hardcore is far more than bats and gats It stems back to the roots of being true It's gonna get me Me, you just get you You What I look like, talking about some sh** I ain't do? I ain't shoot nobody I ain't shank nobody I ain't k** nobody, it wasn't us it was THEM! The Warriors, I'm a warrior and still don't have to sho-gun It takes one to know one, and no one can tell me How to be, cause I'ma be me, aight? Cause I'm a man, now check it [Chorus: x3] Sometimes, sometimes, I get a good feeling! When I'm chilling at the flat, looking at the wall Wondering can I come off of it, I'm off a bit On the mic I be talking sh** But some say my talk don't make no Sense I'm trying to make the Dollars, my momma told me To go to school and be a scholar, but school ain't for me So don't even go there, I'm coming out of nowhere, to go where Probably in about seven years, I won't have no hair But not only am I the Hair Club President, I'm also a client I come off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2Pc Dark A Raider that never Lost the Ark/arc, on the shot But now when I shoot rock, I be all out of breath My boy Adefo wanted to be a chef But he went down South, and fell in love call me love Cause love is gonna getcha I'ma getcha I'm like B.J. my Arm is Strong and I Stretch ya Styles from East to West, all across the country I'm like that big fat woman cause cats want to bump me I probably would get bumped more if I was a gangster But I am a gangsta, call me the gangsta of love! I love my music, I love my momma I love myself, I love you, and you love me And this is, I'm out (KRS sample plays in background) Yo I want to say peace to my moms, my grand momma Lil Chandra, and John, yo rest in peace to my Aunt Stella My sides moms, Ron's moms, Dawn's moms, Corey's moms Who are you? These people be themselves y'all, peace em out Common! [Repeat: x4]