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    "Thelonious [*]" Lyrics

    Slum Village feat. Common

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    Ha, yeah, yeah
    Uh, 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 mes 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

    Uh, no time to sleep cause if you sleep you don't eat
    Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet
    Niggas living on the street while other niggas feast
    Alright wit you it ain't alright wit me
    Right, gotta make money all my life
    Gotta stay fucking bitches many types
    Yeah you know what I'm talking 'bout
    Yup, stay turning these bitches out
    Dick em down also dick em out
    Throw something 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 dog
    Know what I'm saying, 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, 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
    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
    Dreaming when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild
    Still doing this shit like dude in wild style
    Inviting 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
    Leaving 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 shotty shell hit your body
    You don't want no one to find your ass a hobby
    Carbon copy, niggas trying to clone us
    You know us, Thelonious, super microphone
    You know this, rap shit 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 nigga you don't want it, it's Thelonious
    Owning 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 busting plus
    Ball all the time, now stay on your mind like great sex
    You aint on my mind I'm thinking '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 something like the Source Sports
    We getting money a long time and y'all short
    My niggas 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 niggas bang gats when they celebrate
    That's how they play, don't let it be a holiday
    Thelonious niggas, if you testing us we get you laid back
    Show you the definition of a pay back
    This song was submitted on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by R.L. III Altman, Titus Printice Glover, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, James Dewitt Yancey.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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