Common Thelonius Lyrics

(feat. Slum Village)

Ha, yeah, yeah
Uhh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk
Act like you know b____ I'm on some grown s___
Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk
Act like you know b____ I'm on some grown s___
It's the Thelonious, super microphonist
You know us, this rap s___ we 'bout to own it
You know it, these Mini-Me's tryin to clone us
I got a bonus for the b____ that run up on us
I got a bonus for your b____ 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
n____s livin on the street while other n____s feast
Aight wit you it aint aight wit me
Right, gotta make money all my life
Gotta stay f___in b____es many types
Yeah you know what I'm talkin 'bout
Yup, stay turnin these b____es out
d___ em down also d___ em out
Throw somethin down whenever my d___'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 n____ Common house
Right, it's like a game we never play out, out, out, out...

n____ no doubt, n____ get live or get knocked the f___ out
Word up, just be about what you about dogg
Knowhatimsayin, just play at your own risk
Act like you know b____ I'm on some grown s___
It's the Thelonious, super microphonist
You know us, this rap s___ 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
f___ game, I a__emble dope...
Ness, a n____ that's fresh as the 'fess
Studied this rap s___, no need to mic test
You can feel it in your chest
Your B I, feel it in her b______
Plus you, rhyme like a n____ wit his nipples pierced
Dreamin when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild
Still doin this s___ like dude in wild style
Invitin wack n____s to dinner
I "Trick Daddy" emcees and I don't know, "Nann n____"
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 s___
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 a__ a hobby
Carbon copy, n____s tryin to clone us
You know us, Thelonious, super microphone
You know this, rap s___ 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 a__, 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 n____ you don't want it, it's Thelonious
Ownin this rap s___, 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
s___ fly like MJ in his prime, "Off The Wall" wit mines
I'm grabbin my b____ when I rhyme, nine nines bustin plus
Ball all the time, now stay on your mind like great s__
You aint on my mind I'm thinkin 'bout paychecks
n____s large like an Adex Avirex jacket
Yo the gods they bust like latex s__ 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 b____es 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 n____s 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 n____s bang gats when they celebrate
That's how they play, don't let it be a holiday
Thelonious n____s, if you testin us we get you laid back
Show you the definition of a pay back

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