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 Mini-Me's tryin 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 goin to 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 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 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 in 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