Lyrics

[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 2: 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 3: 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 4: 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 5: 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