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 Mini-Me's tryin 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 cuz 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, cuz 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 goin to God like Mase 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
  
   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 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 achin 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, 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
   Droppin 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
  
   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, 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 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