| Ha, yeah, yeah
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| Uhh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk
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| Act like you know, I’m on some grown
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| Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk
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| Act like you know, I’m on some grown
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| It’s the thelonious, super microphonist
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| You know us, this rap 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 that run up on us
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| I got a bonus for your that run up on 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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| Livin' on the street while other feast
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| Aight wit you it ain’t aight wit me
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| Right, gotta make money all my life
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| Gotta stay, many types
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| Yeah you know what I’m talkin' 'bout
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| Yup, stay turnin' these out, down also, 'em out
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| Throw somethin' down whenever my 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 common house
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| Right, it’s like a game we never play out, out, out, out
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| No doubt, get live or get knocked the 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 I’m on some grown
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| It’s the thelonious, super microphonist
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| You know us, this rap we 'bout to own it
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| You know it, 'cuz you can feel it in your throat, say it
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| I’m 'bout to let my mind float, say it
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| Get your third eye poked, game, I assemble dope
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| Ness, a that’s fresh as the 'fess
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| Studied this rap, 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
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| Plus you, rhyme like a wit his pierced
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| We lick off lyrics in the streets and real 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 like dude in wild style
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| Invitin' Wack to dinner, I «Trick Daddy» Emcees and I don’t know, «Nann»
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| Who can take it where I take it, 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 surface the earth
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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 no one to find your a hobby
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| Carbon copy, tryin' to clone us
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| You know us, thelonious, super microphone
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| You know this, rap 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 motoebike 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 aimin' for the best
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| Hurtin' like a in that 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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| Darken 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 art, 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, you don’t want it, it’s Thelonious
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| Ownin' this rap, 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, so MJ kept sayin' the rhyme flawless
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| Fly like MJ in his prime, «Off The Wall» wit mines
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| I’m grabbin' my 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 ain’t on my mind I’m thinkin' 'bout paychecks
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| Large like an Adex Avirex jacket
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| Yo the Gods 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 they fall in lines
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| Me and my mans is somethin' like the source sports
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| We gettin' money a long time and y’all short
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| My bounce and full rise and y’alls fall
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| You funny doo, 'cuz really you think you can do me
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| When you roll a 500 that’s really a 320
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| Should of let somebody else hook it
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| Numbers look crooked like King Kong shook it
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| I’m from where Bang Gats when they celebrate
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| That’s how they play, don’t let it be a holiday
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| Thelonious, if you testin' us we get you laid back
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| Show you the definition of a pay back |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thelonius , by - Common. Song from the album Like Water For Chocolate, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп