Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thelonius, artist - Common. Album song Like Water For Chocolate, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: MCA
Song language: English
Thelonius |
Ha, yeah, yeah |
Uhh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk |
Act like you know, I’m on some grown |
Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk |
Act like you know, I’m on some grown |
It’s the thelonious, super microphonist |
You know us, this rap we 'bout to own it |
You know it, these minimes try to clone us |
I got a bonus for the that run up on us |
I got a bonus for your 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 |
Livin' on the street while other feast |
Aight wit you it ain’t aight wit me |
Right, gotta make money all my life |
Gotta stay, many types |
Yeah you know what I’m talkin' 'bout |
Yup, stay turnin' these out, down also, 'em out |
Throw somethin' down whenever my out |
They know me so they restructure and reroute |
They know me from Washington to down South |
All the way to London to my common house |
Right, it’s like a game we never play out, out, out, out |
No doubt, get live or get knocked the out |
Word up, just be about what you about dogg |
Knowhatimsayin', just play at your own risk |
Act like you know I’m on some grown |
It’s the thelonious, super microphonist |
You know us, this rap 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, say it |
Get your third eye poked, game, I assemble dope |
Ness, a that’s fresh as the 'fess |
Studied this rap, no need to mic test |
You can feel it in your chest |
Your B I, feel it in her |
Plus you, rhyme like a wit his pierced |
We lick off lyrics in the streets and real hear us |
Dreamin' when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild |
Still doin' this like dude in wild style |
Invitin' Wack to dinner, I «Trick Daddy» Emcees and I don’t know, «Nann» |
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 |
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 hobby |
Carbon copy, tryin' to clone us |
You know us, thelonious, super microphone |
You know this, rap we 'bout to own it dun, for real |
Ay, it’s like a ritual |
You been invited let the motoebike 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 aimin' for the best |
Hurtin' like a in that 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, you don’t want it, it’s Thelonious |
Ownin' this rap, 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 |
Fly like MJ in his prime, «Off The Wall» wit mines |
I’m grabbin' my when I rhyme, nine nines bustin' plus |
Ball all the time, now stay on your mind like great sex |
You ain’t on my mind I’m thinkin' 'bout paychecks |
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 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 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 Bang Gats when they celebrate |
That’s how they play, don’t let it be a holiday |
Thelonious, if you testin' us we get you laid back |
Show you the definition of a pay back |