Thelonious Lyrics - Common Sense

Ha, yeah, yeah 

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 minimes try 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 

Uhh, no time to sleep 'cause if you sleep you don't eat 

Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet 

Niggas livin on the street while other niggas feast 

Aight wit you it aint aight wit me 

Right, gotta make money all my life 

Gotta stay fuckin bitches many types 

Yeah you know what I'm talkin 'bout 

Yup, stay turnin these bitches out 

Dick em down also dick em out 

Throw somethin 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... 

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 

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 

Invitin 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 go into God like Mase did 

Leavin crowds complacent 

I move em above clouds whether on some ?surface the earth? shit 

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 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 

Ay, it's like a ritual 

You been invited let the ?? 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 ??????? 

Hurtin like a ?? 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 

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 nigga you don't want it, it's Thelonious 

Ownin 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 Sunkiss 

You want this, so MJ kept sayin the rhyme flawless 

Shit fly like MJ in his prime, "Off The Wall" wit mines 

I'm grabbin my balls when I rhyme, nine nines bustin plus 

Ball all the time, now stay on your mind like great sex 

You aint on my mind I'm thinkin 'bout paychecks 

Niggas 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 bitches 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 niggas bounce and full rise and y'alls fall 

You funny doo, '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 pay back