Ha, yeah, yeah
Uhh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk
Act like you know b**** I'm on some grown s***
Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk
Act like you know b**** I'm on some grown s***
It's the Thelonious, super microphonist
You know us, this rap s*** we 'bout to own it
You know it, these minimes try to clone us
I got a bonus for the b**** that run up on us
I got a bonus for your b**** 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
n***** livin on the street while other n***** feast
Aight wit you it aint aight wit me
Right, gotta make money all my life
Gotta stay f***** b****** many types
Yeah you know what I'm talkin 'bout
Yup, stay turnin these b****** out
d*** em down also d*** em out
Throw somethin down whenever my d***'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 n**** Common house
Right, it's like a game we never play out, out, out, out...
n**** no doubt, n**** get live or get knocked the f*** out
Word up, just be about what you about dogg
Knowhatimsayin, just play at your own risk
Act like you know b**** I'm on some grown s***
It's the Thelonious, super microphonist
You know us, this rap s*** 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
f*** game, I a**emble dope...
Ness, a n**** that's fresh as the 'fess
Studied this rap s***, no need to mic test
You can feel it in your chest
Your B I, feel it in her b******
Plus you, rhyme like a n**** wit his nipples pierced
We lick off lyrics in the streets and real n***** hear us
Dreamin when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild
Still doin this s*** like dude in wild style
Invitin wack n***** to dinner
I "Trick Daddy" emcees and I don't know, "Nann n****"
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 s***
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 a** a hobby
Carbon copy, n***** tryin to clone us
You know us, Thelonious, super microphone
You know this, rap s*** 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 a**, 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 n**** you don't want it, it's Thelonious
Ownin this rap s***, 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
s***'s fly like MJ in his prime, "Off The Wall" wit mines
I'm grabbin my b**** when I rhyme, nine nines bustin plus
Ball all the time, now stay on your mind like great s**
You aint on my mind I'm thinkin 'bout paychecks
n***** large like an 8X Avirex jacket
Conant Gardens they bust like latex s** 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 b****** they fall in lines
Me and my mans is somethin like the Source Sports
We gettin money a long time and y'all short
My n***** bounce and full rise and y'alls fall
You funny duke, cuz really you think you can do me
When you roll a 500 that's really a 320
Should of let somebody else hook it
Numbers look crooked like King Kong shook it
I'm from where n***** bang gats when they celebrate
That's how they play, don't let it be a holiday
Thelonious n*****, if you testin us we get you laid back
Show you the definition of a pay back
Uhh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk
Act like you know b**** I'm on some grown s***
Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk
Act like you know b**** I'm on some grown s***
It's the Thelonious, super microphonist
You know us, this rap s*** we 'bout to own it
You know it, these minimes try to clone us
I got a bonus for the b**** that run up on us
I got a bonus for your b**** 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
n***** livin on the street while other n***** feast
Aight wit you it aint aight wit me
Right, gotta make money all my life
Gotta stay f***** b****** many types
Yeah you know what I'm talkin 'bout
Yup, stay turnin these b****** out
d*** em down also d*** em out
Throw somethin down whenever my d***'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 n**** Common house
Right, it's like a game we never play out, out, out, out...
n**** no doubt, n**** get live or get knocked the f*** out
Word up, just be about what you about dogg
Knowhatimsayin, just play at your own risk
Act like you know b**** I'm on some grown s***
It's the Thelonious, super microphonist
You know us, this rap s*** 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
f*** game, I a**emble dope...
Ness, a n**** that's fresh as the 'fess
Studied this rap s***, no need to mic test
You can feel it in your chest
Your B I, feel it in her b******
Plus you, rhyme like a n**** wit his nipples pierced
We lick off lyrics in the streets and real n***** hear us
Dreamin when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild
Still doin this s*** like dude in wild style
Invitin wack n***** to dinner
I "Trick Daddy" emcees and I don't know, "Nann n****"
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 s***
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 a** a hobby
Carbon copy, n***** tryin to clone us
You know us, Thelonious, super microphone
You know this, rap s*** 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 a**, 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 n**** you don't want it, it's Thelonious
Ownin this rap s***, 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
s***'s fly like MJ in his prime, "Off The Wall" wit mines
I'm grabbin my b**** when I rhyme, nine nines bustin plus
Ball all the time, now stay on your mind like great s**
You aint on my mind I'm thinkin 'bout paychecks
n***** large like an 8X Avirex jacket
Conant Gardens they bust like latex s** 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 b****** they fall in lines
Me and my mans is somethin like the Source Sports
We gettin money a long time and y'all short
My n***** bounce and full rise and y'alls fall
You funny duke, cuz really you think you can do me
When you roll a 500 that's really a 320
Should of let somebody else hook it
Numbers look crooked like King Kong shook it
I'm from where n***** bang gats when they celebrate
That's how they play, don't let it be a holiday
Thelonious n*****, if you testin us we get you laid back
Show you the definition of a pay back