Ha, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk
Act like you know b*tch I'm on some grown sh*t
Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk
Act like you know b*tch I'm on some grown sh*t
It's the Thelonious, super microphonist
You know us, this rap sh*t we 'bout to own it
You know it, these mini mes try to clone us
I got a bonus for the b*tch that run up on us
I got a bonus for your b*tch that run up on 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
n*ggas living on the street while other n*ggas feast
Alright wit you it ain't alright wit me
Right, gotta make money all my life
Gotta stay f*cking b*tches many types
Yeah you know what I'm talking 'bout
Yup, stay turning these b*tches out
di*k em down also di*k em out
Throw something down whenever my di*k'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*gga Common house
Right, it's like a game we never play out, out, out, out
n*gga no doubt, n*gga get live or get knocked the f*ck out
Word up, just be about what you about dog
Know what I'm saying, just play at your own risk
Act like you know b*tch I'm on some grown sh*t
It's the Thelonious, super microphonist
You know us, this rap sh*t 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
(Com, say it)
Get your third eye poked
f*ck game, I assemble dope
Ness, a n*gga that's fresh as the 'fess
Studied this rap sh*t, 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 n*gga wit his nipples pierced
We lick off lyrics in the streets and real n*ggas hear us
Dreaming when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild
Still doing this sh*t like dude in wild style
Inviting wack n*ggas to dinner
I "Trick Daddy" emcees and I don't know, "Nann n*gga"
Who can take it where I take it
You better go into God like Mase did
Leaving crowds complacent
I move em above clouds whether on some ?surface the earth? sh*t
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 shotty shell hit your body
You don't want no one to find your ass a hobby
Carbon copy, n*ggas trying to clone us
You know us, Thelonious, super microphone
You know this, rap sh*t we 'bout to own it dun, for real
Hey, it's like a ritual
You been invited let the motor watch 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 eggin' for the best
Hurting 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
Darken 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 art, never go astray
Word is bond
Yo we do it and we don't quit
Sucker n*gga you don't want it, it's Thelonious
Owning this rap sh*t, 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, so MJ kept sayin the rhyme flawless
sh*t fly like MJ in his prime, "Off The Wall" wit mines
I'm grabbin my balls when I rhyme, nine nines busting plus
Ball all the time, now stay on your mind like great sex
You ain't on my mind I'm thinking 'bout paychecks
n*ggas large like an Adex Avirex jacket
Yo the gods 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 b*tches they fall in lines
Me and my mans is something like the Source Sports
We getting money a long time and y'all short
My n*ggas bounce and full rise and y'alls fall
You funny doo, cause 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*ggas bang gats when they celebrate
That's how they play, don't let it be a holiday
Thelonious n*ggas, if you testing us we get you laid back
Show you the definition of a pay back