Thelonius Lyrics
| Song | Thelonius |
| Artist | Common |
| Artist | Slum Village |
| Album | Like Water For Chocolate |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Altmani, Glover, Lynn, Yancey | |
| f/ Slum Village | |
| 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 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 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, 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 | |
| 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, 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 |
| zuo ci : Altmani, Glover, Lynn, Yancey | |
| f Slum Village | |
| 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 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 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, 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 | |
| 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, 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 |
| zuò cí : Altmani, Glover, Lynn, Yancey | |
| f Slum Village | |
| 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 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 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, 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 | |
| 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, 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 |
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