Ha, yeah, yeah
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Uhh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk
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Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit
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Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk
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Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit
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It's the Thelonious, super microphonist
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You know us, this rap shit we 'bout to own it
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You know it, these minimes try to clone us
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I got a bonus for the bitch that run up on us
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I got a bonus for your bitch that wanna bone us
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It's the Thelonious, super microphonist
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Uhh, no time to sleep cuz if you sleep you don't eat
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Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet
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Niggas livin on the street while other niggas feast
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Aight wit you it aint aight wit me
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Right, gotta make money all my life
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Gotta stay fuckin bitches many types
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Yeah you know what I'm talkin 'bout
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Yup, stay turnin these bitches out
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Dick em down also dick em out
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Throw somethin down whenever my dick's out
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They know me so they restructure and reroute
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They know me from Washington to down south
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All the way to London to my nigga Common house
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Right, it's like a game we never play out, out, out, out...
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Nigga no doubt, nigga get live or get knocked the fuck out
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Word up, just be about what you about dogg
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Knowhatimsayin, just play at your own risk
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Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit
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It's the Thelonious, super microphonist
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You know us, this rap shit we 'bout to own it
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You know it, cuz you can feel it in your throat
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Say it
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I'm 'bout to let my mind float
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(Com, say it)
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Get your third eye poked
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Fuck game, I assemble dope...
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Ness, a nigga that's fresh as the 'fess
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Studied this rap shit, no need to mic test
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You can feel it in your chest
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Your B I, feel it in her breasts
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Plus you, rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced
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We lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us
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Dreamin when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild
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Still doin this shit like dude in wild style
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Invitin wack niggas to dinner
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I "Trick Daddy" emcees and I don't know, "Nann Nigga"
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Who can take it where I take it
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You better go into God like Mase did
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Leavin crowds complacent
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I move em above clouds whether on some surf and turf shit
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Or thug style you can feel it in your body
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Yeah y'all you can feel it in your body
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Like if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body
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You don't want it, need to find your ass a hobby
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Carbon copy, niggas tryin to clone us
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You know us, Thelonious, super microphone
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You know this, rap shit we 'bout to own it dun, for real
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Ay, it's like a ritual
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You been invited let the mortal body stimulate the place
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With the grace, nevertheless, I stress
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Let the music put a smile on your face
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As for the ritual, when it comes to spiritual excellence
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You know I always leave you with the taste
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I know you like it hard to the core
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That's what you ask for, you achin' for the best
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Hurtin like a sore in that ass, like a ritual
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Conversation with the most high makes me wanna cry
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I wonder why, you wanna get to paradise
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But that itty bitty part of you don't wanna die
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So pay attention to my word, cuz it's the truth
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Meditation ease the mind, and brings the youth
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It's like a verse you could never read out of a book
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Droppin the line and your mind like a fish hook
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Word is birth, yo I do it till the break of day
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Pay attention to your heart, never go astray
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Word is bond
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Yo we do it and we don't quit
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Sucka nigga you don't want it, it's Thelonious
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Ownin this rap shit, super microphonist, and we known to spit
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I spit fire like Esther on Sanford and Son did
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I'm raw dude, more juice than Sunkiss
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You want this, cause when Jay get to sayin the rhyme flawless
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Shit's fly like MJ in his prime, "Off The Wall" wit mines
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I'm grabbin my balls when I rhyme, nine nines bustin plus
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Ball all the time, now stay on your mind like great sex
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You aint on my mind I'm thinkin 'bout paychecks
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Niggas large like an 8X Avirex jacket
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Conant Gardens they bust like latex sex packets
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Emcees they don't rhyme and ball, they lyin' to y'all
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They dyin' to ball, the rhyme we do all the time
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We do all the fine bitches they fall in lines
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| Me and my ma |
