Common

Common - Thelonious lyrics

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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 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

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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