[Verse 1: J Dilla] Uhh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit It's the Thelonious, super microphonist You know us, this rap shit we bout to own it You know it, these Mini-Me's trying 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 Thelonious, super microphonist
[Verse 2: T3] Uhh, no time to sleep cuz if you sleep you don't eat Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet Niggas living on the street while other niggas feast Aight wit you it ain't aight wit me Right, gotta make money all my life Gotta stay fucking bitches many types Yeah you know what I'm talking bout Yup, stay turning these bitches out Dick em down also dick em out Throw something 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, right It's like a game we never play out, out, out, out
[Hook 1: J Dilla] Nigga no doubt, nigga get live or get knocked the fuck out Word up, just be about what you about dogg Knowhatimsayin, just play at your own risk Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit It's the Thelonious, super microphonist You know us, this rap shit we bout to own it You know it, 'cause you can feel it in your throat, say it
[Verse 3: Common] I'm bout to let my mind float (Com, say it) Get your third eye poked Fuck game, I assemble dope Ness, a nigga that's fresh as the 'fess Studied this rap shit, no need to mic test You can feel it in your chest Your B I, feel it in her breasts Plus you, rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced We lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us Dreamin when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild Still doin this shit like dude in Wild Style Inviting 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 Leaving 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
[Hook 2: J Dilla] Like if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body You don't want it, need to find your ass a hobby Carbon copy, niggas tryin to clone us You know us, Thelonious, super microphone You know this, rap shit we 'bout to own it dun, for real
[Verse 4: Baatin] 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 aching for the best Hurtin like a sore in that ass, 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, 'cause 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 Dropping 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
[Verse 5: J Dilla] Yo we do it and we don't quit Sucka nigga you don't want it, it's Thelonious Owning this rap shit, super microphonist and we known to spit I spit fire like Esther on Sanford and Son did I'm raw dude, more juice than Sunkist You want this, see when J get to saying the rhyme flawless Shit fly like MJ in his prime, Off The Wall with mines I'm grabbing my balls when I rhyme, nine-nines busting plus Ball all the time, now stay on your mind like great sex You ain't on my mind I'm thinking bout paychecks Niggas large like an [8x] Avirex jacket Connant Gardens 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 bitches they fall in lines Me and my mans is something 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 duke, 'cause 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 play, don't let it be a holiday Thelonious niggas, if you testin us we get you laid back Show you the definition of a paybackTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
