[Intro: J Dilla]
Hah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: J Dilla]
Uh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk
Act like you know, bitch, I'm on some grown shit
Hah, 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-mes tryna clone us
I got a bonus for the bitch that run up on us
I got a bonus for your bitch that wanna bone us
It's the Thelonious, super microphonist, uh
[Verse 1: T3]
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 with you, it ain't aight with me
Right? Gotta make money all my life
Gotta stay fuckin' bitches, many types (Know what I'm sayin'?)
Yeah, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Yup, stay turnin' these bitches out
Dick 'em down, also dick 'em out
The hoes duck 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 played out, out, out, out
[Chorus: J Dilla]
Nigga, no doubt
Nigga, get live or get knocked the fuck out
Word up, just be about what you about, dog
Know what I'm sayin'? 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 2: Common & J Dilla]
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 fest
Studied this rap shit, no need to mic test
You can feel it in your chest
Your BI feel it in her breasts
Plus you rhyme like a nigga with 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 MCs and I don't know
Nan' nigga who can take it where I take it
You better goin' to God like Ma$e did
Leavin' 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
[Chorus: J Dilla]
Like if a twelve-gauge shotty shell hit your body
You don't want it, need to find your ass a hobby
Carbon copy, these niggas tryna clone us
You know us, Thelonious, super microphone
You know this rap shit, we 'bout to own it, dog, for real
[Verse 3: Baatin]
Every day, it's like a ritual
You been invited, let the mortal body
Stimulate the place (Place, place), with the grace (Grace, grace)
Nevertheless, I stress let the music put a smile on your face (Face, face)
As for the ritual
When it comes to spiritual excellence, you know I always leave you with a taste
I know you like it hard to the core
That's what you ask for, you achin' for the best (Best)
Hurtin' like a sore
Every day, it's like a ritual
Conversation with the most high makes me wanna cry
I wonder why (Why)
You wanna get to paradise, but that itty-bitty part of you don't wanna die (Uh)
So pay attention to my word (Word), 'cause it's the truth (Truth)
Meditation ease the mind (Mind), and brings the youth (Yup)
It's like a verse you could never read out of a book
Droppin' the line in your mind like a fish hook
Word is birth, yo, I do it 'til the break of day (Day)
Pay attention to your heart, never go astray (Uh-huh)
Word is bond, yo
[Verse 4: J Dilla]
We do it and we don't quit
Sucker nigga, you don't want it
It's Thelonious ownin' this rap shit
Super microphonist and we known to spit
And I spit fire like Esther on Sanford and Son did
I'm raw, duke, 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 grabbin' my balls when I rhyme now
Nines bust and plus ball all the time now
Stay on your mind like great sex
You ain't on my mind, I'm thinkin' 'bout paychecks
Niggas large like an 8X Avirex jacket
Conant Gardens, they bust like latex sex packets
MCs, they don't rhyme and ball, they lyin' to y'all
They dyin' to ball in line, 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 in foreign rides and yours Ford
You funny, duke, 'cause really you think you can do me
When you roll a 500 that's really a 320
Should have 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
And show you the definition of a payback
[Outro]
Sent today at 11:50 p.m
Blue, Rashid, call grandma
This is grandma, honey
A nigga robbed me on the riverboat, took my fur coat and everything
Call me when you get it in