Ha, yeah, yeah Uhh, 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 minimes try 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
Uhh, no time to sleep cuz if you sleep you don't eat Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet Niggas livin on the street while other niggas feast Aight wit you it aint 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 Throw somethin 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, cuz you can feel it in your throat Say it
I'm 'bout to let my mind float (Com, say it) Get your third eye poked Fuck game, I assemble dope... Ness, a nigga that's fresh as the 'fess Studied this rap shit, no need to mic test You can feel it in your chest Your B I, feel it in her breasts Plus you, rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced We lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us Dreamin when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild Still doin this shit like dude in wild style Invitin 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 go into God like Mase did Leavin 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 achin' 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, cuz 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 Droppin the line and your mind like a fish hook Word is birth, yo I do it till 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 Ownin this rap shit, super microphonist, and we known to spit I spit fire like Esther on Sanford and Son did I'm raw dude, more juice than Sunkiss You want this, cause when Jay get to sayin the rhyme flawless Shit's fly like MJ in his prime, "Off The Wall" wit mines I'm grabbin my balls when I rhyme, nine nines bustin plus Ball all the time, now stay on your mind lik