Thelonious

Ha, yeah, yeah<br>Uhh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk<br>Act like you know bitch I`m on some grown shit<br>Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk<br>Act like you know bitch I`m on some grown shit<br>It`s the Thelonious, super microphonist<br>You know us, this rap shit we `bout to own it<br>You know it, these Mini-Me`s tryin to clone us<br>I got a bonus for the bitch that run up on us<br>I got a bonus for your bitch that run up on us<br>It`s the Thelonious, super microphonist<br><br>Uhh, no time to sleep cuz if you sleep you don`t eat<br>Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet<br>Niggas livin on the street while other niggas feast<br>Aight wit you it aint aight wit me<br>Right, gotta make money all my life<br>Gotta stay fuckin bitches many types<br>Yeah you know what I`m talkin `bout<br>Yup, stay turnin these bitches out<br>Dick em down also dick em out<br>Throw somethin down whenever my dick`s out<br>They know me so they restructure and reroute<br>They know me from Washington to down south<br>All the way to London to my nigga Common house<br>Right, it`s like a game we never play out, out, out, out...<br><br>Nigga no doubt, nigga get live or get knocked the fuck out<br>Word up, just be about what you about dogg<br>Knowhatimsayin, just play at your own risk<br>Act like you know bitch I`m on some grown shit<br>It`s the Thelonious, super microphonist<br>You know us, this rap shit we `bout to own it<br>You know it, cuz you can feel it in your throat<br>Say it<br><br>I`m `bout to let my mind float<br>(Com, say it)<br>Get your third eye poked<br>Fuck game, I assemble dope...<br>Ness, a nigga that`s fresh as the `fess<br>Studied this rap shit, no need to mic test<br>You can feel it in your chest<br>Your B I, feel it in her breasts<br>Plus you, rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced<br>We lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us<br>Dreamin when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild<br>Still doin this shit like dude in wild style<br>Invitin wack niggas to dinner<br>I "Trick Daddy" emcees and I don`t know, "Nann Nigga"<br>Who can take it where I take it<br>You better goin to God like Mase did<br>Leavin crowds complacent<br>I move em above clouds whether on some surf and turf shit<br>Or thug style you can feel it in your body<br>Yeah y`all you can feel it in your body<br><br>Like if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body<br>You don`t want no one to find your ass a hobby<br>Carbon copy, niggas tryin to clone us<br>You know us, Thelonious, super microphone<br>You know this, rap shit we `bout to own it dun, for real<br><br>Ay, it`s like a ritual<br>You been invited let the mortal body stimulate the place<br>With the grace, nevertheless, I stress<br>Let the music put a smile on your face<br>As for the ritual, when it comes to spiritual excellence<br>You know I always leave you with the taste<br>I know you like it hard to the core<br>That`s what you ask for, you achin for the best<br>Hurtin like a sore in that ass, like a ritual<br>Conversation with the most high makes me wanna cry<br>I wonder why, you wanna get to paradise<br>But that itty bitty part of you don`t wanna die<br>So pay attention to my word, cuz it`s the truth<br>Meditation ease the mind, and brings the youth<br>It`s like a verse you could never read out of a book<br>Droppin the line in your mind like a fish hook<br>Word is birth, yo I do it till the break of day<br>Pay attention to your art, never go astray<br>Word is bond<br><br>Yo we do it and we don`t quit<br>Sucka nigga you don`t want it, it`s Thelonious<br>Ownin this rap shit, super microphonist, and we known to spit<br>I spit fire like Esther on Sanford and Son did<br>I`m raw dude, more juice than Sunkiss<br>You want this, so MJ kept sayin the rhyme flawless<br>Shit fly like MJ in his prime, "Off The Wall" wit mines<br>I`m grabbin my balls when I rhyme, nine nines bustin plus<br>Ball all the time, now stay on your mind like great sex<br>You aint on my mind I`m thinkin `bout paychecks<br>Niggas large like an Adex Avirex jacket<br>Yo the gods they bust like latex sex packets<br>Emcees they don`t rhyme and ball, they lyin` to y`all<br>They dyin` to ball, the rhyme we do all the time<br>We do all the fine bitches they fall in lines<br>Me and my mans is somethin like the Source Sports<br>We gettin money a long time and y`all short<br>My niggas bounce and full rise and y`alls fall<br>You funny doo, cuz really you think you can do me<br>When you roll a 500 that`s really a 320<br>Should of let somebody else hook it<br>Numbers look crooked like King Kong shook it<br>I`m from where niggas bang gats when they celebrate<br>That`s how they play, don`t let it be a holiday<br>Thelonious niggas, if you testin us we get you laid back<br>Show you the definition of a pay back