Ha, yeah, Uhh, yeah, yeah, play at own risk Act like you know bitch I'm on grown shit Ha, yeah, yeah, play at own risk Act like you know bitch I'm on grown shit the Thelonious, super microphonist You know us, this rap shit we to own it You know it, these minimes try to us I got a for the bitch that run up on us I got a bonus for your bitch run up on us It's the Thelonious, microphonist
Uhh, no time to sleep 'cause if you you don't eat Gotta hold heat, to make ends meet Niggas livin on the street other niggas feast wit you it aint aight wit me Right, gotta make all my life Gotta fuckin bitches many types Yeah you know what I'm talkin Yup, turnin these bitches out Dick em down also em out Throw somethin down my dick's out They know me so they and reroute They know me from to down south All the way to London to my nigga Common Right, it's a game we never play out, out, out, out...
Nigga no doubt, nigga get live or get the fuck out Word up, just be what you about dogg Knowhatimsayin, just play at own risk Act like you know bitch I'm on grown shit It's the Thelonious, microphonist You know us, this rap we 'bout to own it You know it, you can feel it in your throat Say it
I'm 'bout to let my mind (Com, say it) Get your eye poked Fuck game, I dope... Ness, a that's fresh as the 'fess Studied this rap shit, no to mic test You can feel it in your B I, feel it in her breasts Plus you, like a nigga wit his nipples pierced We lick off lyrics in the streets and niggas hear us Dreamin I wrote this, box me if I go too wild Still this shit like dude in wild style Invitin wack to dinner I "Trick Daddy" emcees and I know, "Nann Nigga" Who can it where I take it You better go into God Mase did Leavin complacent I move em above clouds on some ?surface the earth? shit Or thug style you can feel it in body y'all you can feel it in your body
Like if a 12 shottie shell hit your body You don't want no one to your ass a hobby Carbon copy, niggas to clone us You know us, Thelonious, microphone You know this, rap we 'bout to own it dun, for real
Ay, like a ritual You invited let the ?? stimulate the place the grace, nevertheless, I stress Let the music put a on your face As for the ritual, when it comes to spiritual You know I always leave you with the I know you it hard to the core what you ask for ??????? Hurtin like a ?? in that ass, a ritual Conversation with the most high me wanna cry I wonder why, you get to paradise But that itty bitty part of you wanna die So pay attention to my word, 'cause the truth Meditation ease the mind, and the youth It's a verse you could never read out of a book Darken the line and mind like a fish hook Word is birth, yo I do it till the of day Pay attention to your art, never go is bond
Yo we do it and we don't nigga you don't want it, it's Thelonious Ownin this rap shit, super microphonist, and we known to I spit fire like Esther on and Son did I'm raw dude, more than Sunkiss You want this, so MJ kept the rhyme flawless Shit fly like MJ in his prime, "Off The Wall" wit I'm grabbin my balls I rhyme, nine nines bustin plus all the time, now stay on your mind like great sex You on my mind I'm thinkin 'bout paychecks Niggas large an Adex Avirex jacket Yo the gods they bust like sex packets Emcees they rhyme and ball, they lyin' to y'all They dyin' to ball, the rhyme we do all the We do all the fine they fall in lines Me and my is somethin like the Source Sports We gettin money a long and y'all short My niggas and full rise and y'alls fall You funny doo, 'cause you think you can do me you roll a 500 that's really a 320 Should of let somebody hook it Numbers look crooked like King shook it I'm from where niggas gats when they celebrate That's how they play, let it be a holiday Thelonious niggas, if you testin us we get you back Show you the definition of a pay