Hayeahyeah
Uhhyeahyeahplay at your own risk
Act like you know bitch I m on some grown shit
Hayeahyeahplay at your own risk
Act like you know bitch I m on some grown shit
It s the Thelonioussuper microphonist
You know usthis rap shit we bout to own it
You know itthese 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 Thelonioussuper microphonist

Uhhno time to sleep cuz if you sleep you don t eat
Gotta hold heatjust to make ends meet
Niggas livin on the street while other niggas feast
Aight wit you it aint aight wit me
Rightgotta make money all my life
Gotta stay fuckin bitches many types
Yeah you know what I m talkin bout
Yupstay 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
Rightit s like a game we never play outoutoutout...

Nigga no doubtnigga get live or get knocked the fuck out
Word upjust be about what you about dogg
Knowhatimsayinjust play at your own risk
Act like you know bitch I m on some grown shit
It s the Thelonioussuper microphonist
You know usthis rap shit we bout to own it
You know itcuz you can feel it in your throat
Say it

I m bout to let my mind float
(Comsay it)
Get your third eye poked
Fuck gameI assemble dope...
Nessa nigga that s fresh as the fess
Studied this rap shitno need to mic test
You can feel it in your chest
Your B Ifeel it in her breasts
Plus yourhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced
We lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us
Dreamin when I wrote thisbox 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 copyniggas tryin to clone us
You know usThelonioussuper microphone
You know thisrap shit we bout to own it dunfor real

Ayit s like a ritual
You been invited let the mortal body stimulate the place
With the graceneverthelessI stress
Let the music put a smile on your face
As for the ritualwhen 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 foryou achin for the best
Hurtin like a sore in that asslike a ritual
Conversation with the most high makes me wanna cry
I wonder whyyou wanna get to paradise
But that itty bitty part of you don t wanna die
So pay attention to my wordcuz it s the truth
Meditation ease the mindand 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 birthyo I do it till the break of day
Pay attention to your artnever go astray
Word is bond

Yo we do it and we don t quit
Sucka nigga you don t want itit s Thelonious
Ownin this rap shitsuper microphonistand we known to spit
I spit fire like Esther on Sanford and Son did
I m raw dudemore juice than Sunkiss
You want thisso 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 rhymenine nines bustin plus
Ball all the timenow 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 ballthey lyin to y all
They dyin to ballthe 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 doocuz 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 playdon t let it be a holiday
Thelonious niggasif you testin us we get you laid back
Show you the definition of a pay back

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