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Thelonius Lyrics
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 run up on 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 ?surface the earth?
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 no one 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 ?? 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 ???????
Hurtin like a ?? 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 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 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, so MJ kept sayin the rhyme flawless Shit 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 like great sex You
aint on my mind I'm thinkin 'bout paychecks Niggas 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 bitches 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 niggas bounce and full rise and y'alls fall You funny doo, 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 niggas bang gats when they celebrate That's how they
play, don't let it be a holiday Thelonious niggas, if you testin us we get
you laid back Show you the definition of a pay back
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