Thelonious (feat. Common)

Ha, yeah, yeah Uh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk Act like you know bitch, I'm on some grown shit Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk Act like you know bitch, I'm on some grown shit It's the Thelonious, super microphonist You know us, this rap shit, we 'bout to own it You know it, these Mini-Me's trying to clone us I got a bonus for the bitch that run up on us I got a bonus for your bitch that wanna bone us It's the Thelonious, super microphonist Uh, no time to sleep 'cause if you sleep you don't eat Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet Make us livin' on the street while others make us feast A'ight with you, it ain't aight wit me Right, gotta make money all my life Gotta stay fuckin' bitches, many types Yeah, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout Yup, stay turnin' these bitches out Dick 'em down, also dick 'em out The hoes duck down whenever my dick's out They know me, so they restructure and reroute They know me from Washington to down South All the way to London to my nigga Common house, right It's like a game we never play out, out, out, out Nigga no doubt, nigga get live or get knocked the fuck out Word up, just be about what you about dogg Knowhatimsayin', just play at your own risk Act like you know bitch, I'm on some grown shit It's the Thelonious, super microphonist You know us, this rap shit, we 'bout to own it You know it, 'cause you can feel it in your throat, say it I'm 'bout to let my mind float, say it (Com', say it) Get your third eye poked, fuck game, I assemble dope Ness, a nigga that's fresh as the fest Studied this rap shit, no need to mic test You can feel it in your chest Your bia' feel it in her breasts Plus you, rhyme like a nigga with his nipples pierced We lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us Dreaming when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild Still doing this shit like dude in Wild Style Inviting wack niggas to dinner I Trick Daddy emcees and I don't know, nann nigga Who can take it where I take it You better goin' to God like Ma$e did Leaving crowds complacent I move 'em above clouds whether on some surf and turf shit Or thug style, you can feel it in your body Yeah, y'all you can feel it in your body Like if a 12-gauge shottie shell hit your body You don't want it, need to find your ass a hobby Carbon copy, niggas tryin' to clone us You know us, Thelonious, super microphone You know this, rap shit we 'bout to own it dun, for real Ay, it's like a ritual You been invited let the mortal body stimulate the place With the grace, nevertheless, I stress Let the music put a smile on your face As for the ritual, when it comes to spiritual excellence You know I always leave you with the taste I know you like it hard to the core That's what you ask for, you aching for the best Hurtin' like a sore in that ass, like a ritual Conversation with the most high makes me wanna cry I wonder why, you wanna get to paradise But that itty bitty part of you don't wanna die So pay attention to my word, 'cause it's the truth Meditation ease the mind, and brings the youth It's like a verse you could never read out of a book Dropping the line in your mind like a fishhook Word is birth, yo, I do it 'til the break of day Pay attention to your heart, never go astray Word is bond Yo, we do it and we don't quit Sucka nigga, you don't want it, it's Thelonious Owning this rap shit, super microphonist and we known to spit I spit fire like Esther on Sanford and Son did I'm raw duke, more juice than Sunkist You want this, see when J get to saying the rhyme flawless Shit fly like MJ in his prime, Off The Wall with mines I'm grabbing my balls when I rhyme now Nines bust and plus ball all the time, now Stay on your mind like great sex You ain't on my mind, I'm thinking 'bout paychecks Niggas large like an 8X Avirex jacket Conant Gardens they bust like latex sex packets Emcees, they don't rhyme and ball, they lyin' to y'all They dyin' to ball, the rhyme we do all the time We do all the fine bitches, they fall in lines Me and my mans is something like the Source Sports We gettin' money a long time and y'all short My niggas bounce in foreign rides and yours Fords You funny duke, 'cause really you think you can do me When you roll a 500 that's really a 320 Should've let somebody else hook it Numbers look crooked like King Kong shook it I'm from where niggas bang gats when they celebrate That's how they play, don't let it be a holiday Thelonious niggas, if you testing us we get you laid back Show you the definition of a payback