[{"id":29876695,"name":"Thelonius","trackName":"Thelonius","artistName":"Common","albumName":"The Light: A Collection of Common Classics Produced by J Dilla","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ha, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, play at your own risk\nAct like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\nHa, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk\nAct like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\nIt's the Thelonious, super microphonist\nYou know us, this rap shit we 'bout to own it\nYou know it, these Mini-Me's trying to clone us\nI got a bonus for the bitch that run up on us\nI got a bonus for your bitch that run up on us\nIt's the Thelonious, super microphonist\nUhh, no time to sleep cause if you sleep you don't eat\nGotta hold heat, just to make ends meet\nNiggas living on the street while other niggas feast\nAlright wit you it ain't alright wit me\nRight, gotta make money all my life\nGotta stay fucking bitches many types\nYeah you know what I'm talking 'bout\nYup, stay turning these bitches out\nDick em down also dick em out\nThrow something down whenever my dick's out\nThey know me so they restructure and reroute\nThey know me from Washington to down south\nAll the way to London to my nigga Common house\nRight, it's like a game we never play out, out, out, out\nNigga no doubt, nigga get live or get knocked the fuck out\nWord up, just be about what you about dog\nKnow what I'm saying, just play at your own risk\nAct like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\nIt's the Thelonious, super microphonist\nYou know us, this rap shit we 'bout to own it\nYou know it, cause you can feel it in your throat\nSay it\nI'm 'bout to let my mind float\n(Com, say it)\nGet your third eye poked\nFuck game, I assemble dope,\nNess, a nigga that's fresh as the 'fess\nStudied this rap shit, no need to mic test\nYou can feel it in your chest\nYour B I, feel it in her breasts\nPlus you, rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced\nWe lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us\nDreaming when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild\nStill doing this shit like dude in wild style\nInviting wack niggas to dinner\nI \"Trick Daddy\" emcees and I don't know, \"Nann Nigga\"\nWho can take it where I take it\nYou better going to God like Mase did\nLeaving crowds complacent\nI move em above clouds whether on some surf and turf shit\nOr thug style you can feel it in your body\nYeah y'all you can feel it in your body\nLike if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body\nYou don't want no one to find your ass a hobby\nCarbon copy, niggas trying to clone us\nYou know us, Thelonious, super microphone\nYou know this, rap shit we 'bout to own it dun, for real\nHey, it's like a ritual\nYou been invited let the mortal body stimulate the place\nWith the grace, nevertheless, I stress\nLet the music put a smile on your face\nAs for the ritual, when it comes to spiritual excellence\nYou know I always leave you with the taste\nI know you like it hard to the core\nThat's what you ask for, you aching for the best\nHurting like a sore in that ass, like a ritual\nConversation with the most high makes me wanna cry\nI wonder why, you wanna get to paradise\nBut that itty bitty part of you don't wanna die\nSo pay attention to my word, cause it's the truth\nMeditation ease the mind, and brings the youth\nIt's like a verse you could never read out of a book\nDropping the line in your mind like a fish hook\nWord is birth, yo I do it till the break of day\nPay attention to your art, never go astray\nWord is bond\nYo we do it and we don't quit\nSucker nigga you don't want it, it's Thelonious\nOwning this rap shit, super microphonist, and we known to spit\nI spit fire like Esther on Sanford and Son did\nI'm raw dude, more juice than Sunkiss\nYou want this, so MJ kept saying the rhyme flawless\nShit fly like MJ in his prime, \"Off The Wall\" wit mines\nI'm grabbing my balls when I rhyme, nine nines busting plus\nBall all the time, now stay on your mind like great sex\nYou ain't on my mind I'm thinking 'bout paychecks\nNiggas large like an Adex Avirex jacket\nYo the gods they bust like latex sex packets\nEmcees they don't rhyme and ball, they lyin' to y'all\nThey dyin' to ball, the rhyme we do all the time\nWe do all the fine bitches they fall in lines\nMe and my mans is something like the Source Sports\nWe gettin money a long time and y'all short\nMy niggas bounce and full rise and y'alls fall\nYou funny doo, cause really you think you can do me\nWhen you roll a 500 that's really a 320\nShould of let somebody else hook it\nNumbers look crooked like King Kong shook it\nI'm from where niggas bang gats when they celebrate\nThat's how they play, don't let it be a holiday\nThelonious niggas, if you testing us we get you laid back\nShow you the definition of a pay back","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.68] Ha, yeah, yeah\n[00:01.79] Yeah, yeah, play at your own risk\n[00:05.53] Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\n[00:07.75] Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk\n[00:10.21] Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\n[00:12.93] It's the Thelonious, super microphonist\n[00:15.15] You know us, this rap shit we 'bout to own it\n[00:17.48] You know it, these Mini-Me's trying to clone us\n[00:20.11] I got a bonus for the bitch that run up on us\n[00:22.64] I got a bonus for your bitch that run up on us\n[00:25.19] It's the Thelonious, super microphonist\n[00:27.93] Uhh, no time to sleep cause if you sleep you don't eat\n[00:30.20] Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet\n[00:32.69] Niggas living on the street while other niggas feast\n[00:35.20] Alright wit you it ain't alright wit me\n[00:37.84] Right, gotta make money all my life\n[00:40.22] Gotta stay fucking bitches many types\n[00:42.89] Yeah you know what I'm talking 'bout\n[00:45.41] Yup, stay turning these bitches out\n[00:47.99] Dick em down also dick em out\n[00:50.47] Throw something down whenever my dick's out\n[00:53.02] They know me so they restructure and reroute\n[00:55.44] They know me from Washington to down south\n[00:58.19] All the way to London to my nigga Common house\n[01:00.58] Right, it's like a game we never play out, out, out, out\n[01:03.86] Nigga no doubt, nigga get live or get knocked the fuck out\n[01:07.81] Word up, just be about what you about dog\n[01:10.72] Know what I'm saying, just play at your own risk\n[01:13.45] Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\n[01:15.87] It's the Thelonious, super microphonist\n[01:18.17] You know us, this rap shit we 'bout to own it\n[01:20.65] You know it, cause you can feel it in your throat\n[01:22.87] Say it\n[01:23.95] I'm 'bout to let my mind float\n[01:25.47] (Com, say it)\n[01:26.48] Get your third eye poked\n[01:28.04] Fuck game, I assemble dope,\n[01:30.64] Ness, a nigga that's fresh as the 'fess\n[01:34.31] Studied this rap shit, no need to mic test\n[01:36.87] You can feel it in your chest\n[01:38.09] Your B I, feel it in her breasts\n[01:40.59] Plus you, rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced\n[01:44.12] We lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us\n[01:46.65] Dreaming when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild\n[01:49.33] Still doing this shit like dude in wild style\n[01:52.00] Inviting wack niggas to dinner\n[01:53.78] I \"Trick Daddy\" emcees and I don't know, \"Nann Nigga\"\n[01:57.08] Who can take it where I take it\n[01:58.36] You better going to God like Mase did\n[02:01.09] Leaving crowds complacent\n[02:03.25] I move em above clouds whether on some surf and turf shit\n[02:06.37] Or thug style you can feel it in your body\n[02:08.36] Yeah y'all you can feel it in your body\n[02:11.40] Like if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body\n[02:13.42] You don't want no one to find your ass a hobby\n[02:16.06] Carbon copy, niggas trying to clone us\n[02:18.55] You know us, Thelonious, super microphone\n[02:21.19] You know this, rap shit we 'bout to own it dun, for real\n[02:24.48] Hey, it's like a ritual\n[02:26.22] You been invited let the mortal body stimulate the place\n[02:28.95] With the grace, nevertheless, I stress\n[02:32.22] Let the music put a smile on your face\n[02:34.22] As for the ritual, when it comes to spiritual excellence\n[02:37.36] You know I always leave you with the taste\n[02:39.21] I know you like it hard to the core\n[02:41.38] That's what you ask for, you aching for the best\n[02:43.68] Hurting like a sore in that ass, like a ritual\n[02:46.30] Conversation with the most high makes me wanna cry\n[02:49.24] I wonder why, you wanna get to paradise\n[02:52.43] But that itty bitty part of you don't wanna die\n[02:54.74] So pay attention to my word, cause it's the truth\n[02:57.21] Meditation ease the mind, and brings the youth\n[02:59.64] It's like a verse you could never read out of a book\n[03:02.05] Dropping the line in your mind like a fish hook\n[03:04.79] Word is birth, yo I do it till the break of day\n[03:07.24] Pay attention to your art, never go astray\n[03:09.73] Word is bond\n[03:10.75] Yo we do it and we don't quit\n[03:12.26] Sucker nigga you don't want it, it's Thelonious\n[03:14.93] Owning this rap shit, super microphonist, and we known to spit\n[03:19.41] I spit fire like Esther on Sanford and Son did\n[03:22.30] I'm raw dude, more juice than Sunkiss\n[03:24.94] You want this, so MJ kept saying the rhyme flawless\n[03:28.20] Shit fly like MJ in his prime, \"Off The Wall\" wit mines\n[03:31.30] I'm grabbing my balls when I rhyme, nine nines busting plus\n[03:34.22] Ball all the time, now stay on your mind like great sex\n[03:37.34] You ain't on my mind I'm thinking 'bout paychecks\n[03:39.81] Niggas large like an Adex Avirex jacket\n[03:42.69] Yo the gods they bust like latex sex packets\n[03:45.40] Emcees they don't rhyme and ball, they lyin' to y'all\n[03:47.95] They dyin' to ball, the rhyme we do all the time\n[03:50.36] We do all the fine bitches they fall in lines\n[03:52.75] Me and my mans is something like the Source Sports\n[03:55.36] We gettin money a long time and y'all short\n[03:57.81] My niggas bounce and full rise and y'alls fall\n[04:00.35] You funny doo, cause really you think you can do me\n[04:03.08] When you roll a 500 that's really a 320\n[04:05.47] Should of let somebody else hook it\n[04:07.16] Numbers look crooked like King Kong shook it\n[04:09.69] I'm from where niggas bang gats when they celebrate\n[04:12.47] That's how they play, don't let it be a holiday\n[04:14.66] Thelonious niggas, if you testing us we get you laid back\n[04:18.05] Show you the definition of a pay back","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thelonius\n  artist: Common\n  album: 'The Light: A Collection of Common Classics Produced by J Dilla'\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ha, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 680\n  end_ms: 1790\n- text: Yeah, yeah, play at your own risk\n  start_ms: 1790\n  end_ms: 5530\n- text: Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\n  start_ms: 5530\n  end_ms: 7750\n- 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258050\nplain: |-\n  Ha, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, play at your own risk\n  Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\n  Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk\n  Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\n  It's the Thelonious, super microphonist\n  You know us, this rap shit we 'bout to own it\n  You know it, these Mini-Me's trying to clone us\n  I got a bonus for the bitch that run up on us\n  I got a bonus for your bitch that run up on us\n  It's the Thelonious, super microphonist\n  Uhh, no time to sleep cause if you sleep you don't eat\n  Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet\n  Niggas living on the street while other niggas feast\n  Alright wit you it ain't alright wit me\n  Right, gotta make money all my life\n  Gotta stay fucking bitches many types\n  Yeah you know what I'm talking 'bout\n  Yup, stay turning these bitches out\n  Dick em down also dick em out\n  Throw something down whenever my dick's out\n  They know me so they restructure and reroute\n  They know 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risk\n[00:10.21] Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\n[00:12.93] It's the Thelonious, super microphonist\n[00:15.15] You know us, this rap shit we 'bout to own it\n[00:17.48] You know it, these Mini-Me's trying to clone us\n[00:20.11] I got a bonus for the bitch that run up on us\n[00:22.64] I got a bonus for your bitch that run up on us\n[00:25.19] It's the Thelonious, super microphonist\n[00:27.93] Uhh, no time to sleep cause if you sleep you don't eat\n[00:30.20] Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet\n[00:32.69] Niggas living on the street while other niggas feast\n[00:35.20] Alright wit you it ain't alright wit me\n[00:37.84] Right, gotta make money all my life\n[00:40.22] Gotta stay fucking bitches many types\n[00:42.89] Yeah you know what I'm talking 'bout\n[00:45.41] Yup, stay turning these bitches out\n[00:47.99] Dick em down also dick em out\n[00:50.47] Throw something down whenever my dick's out\n[00:53.02] They know me so they restructure and reroute\n[00:55.44] 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us\n[01:48.27] Dreamin' when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild\n[01:50.50] Still doin' this like dude in wild style\n[01:53.23] Invitin' Wack to dinner, I \"Trick Daddy\" Emcees and I don't know, \"Nann\"\n[01:57.81] Who can take it where I take it, you better go into God like Mase did\n[02:01.81] Leavin' crowds complacent\n[02:04.48] I move 'em above clouds whether on some surface the earth\n[02:07.60] Or thug style you can feel it in your body\n[02:09.26] Yeah, y'all you can feel it in your body\n[02:12.05] Like if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body\n[02:14.65] You don't want no one to find your a hobby\n[02:17.05] Carbon copy, tryin' to clone us\n[02:19.58] You know us, thelonious, super microphone\n[02:22.52] You know this, rap we 'bout to own it dun, for real\n[02:25.52] Ay, it's like a ritual\n[02:27.13] You been invited let the motoebike stimulate the place\n[02:30.08] With the grace, nevertheless, I stress\n[02:32.93] Let the music put a smile on your face\n[02:35.10] 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Large like an Adex Avirex jacket\n  Yo the Gods they bust like Latex sex packets\n  Emcees they don't rhyme and ball, they lyin' to y'all\n  They dyin' to ball, the rhyme we do all the time\n  We do all the fine they fall in lines\n  Me and my mans is somethin' like the source sports\n  We gettin' money a long time and y'all short\n  My bounce and full rise and y'alls fall\n  You funny doo, 'cuz really you think you can do me\n  When you roll a 500 that's really a 320\n\n  Should of let somebody else hook it\n  Numbers look crooked like King Kong shook it\n  I'm from where Bang Gats when they celebrate\n  That's how they play, don't let it be a holiday\n  Thelonious, if you testin' us we get you laid back\n  Show you the definition of a pay back\n"},{"id":12476929,"name":"Thelonius","trackName":"Thelonius","artistName":"Common, Slum Village","albumName":"Like Water For Chocolate","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uhh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk\nAct like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\nHa, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk\nAct like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\nIt's the Thelonious, super microphonist\nYou know us, this rap shit we bout to own it\nYou know it, these Mini-Me's trying to clone us\nI got a bonus for the bitch that run up on us\nI got a bonus for your bitch that wanna bone us\nIt's the Thelonious, super microphonist\n\nUhh, no time to sleep 'cause if you sleep you don't eat\nGotta hold heat, just to make ends meet\nNiggas living on the street while other niggas feast\nAight wit you it ain't aight wit me\nRight, gotta make money all my life\nGotta stay fucking bitches many types\nYeah you know what I'm talking bout\nYup, stay turning these bitches out\nDick em down also dick em out\nThe hoes duck down whenever my dick's out\nThey know me so they restructure and reroute\nThey know me from Washington to down South\nAll the way to London to my nigga Common house, right\nIt's like a game we never play out, out, out, out\n\nNigga no doubt, nigga get live or get knocked the fuck out\nWord up, just be about what you about dogg\nKnowhatimsayin, just play at your own risk\nAct like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\nIt's the Thelonious, super microphonist\nYou know us, this rap shit we bout to own it\nYou know it, cause you can feel it in your throat, say it\n\nI'm bout to let my mind float\n(Com, say it)\nGet your third eye poked\nFuck game, I assemble dope\nNess, a nigga that's fresh as the fest\nStudied this rap shit, no need to mic test\nYou can feel it in your chest\nYour bia' feel it in her breasts\nPlus you, rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced\nWe lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us\nDreamin when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild\nStill doin this shit like dude in Wild Style\nInviting wack niggas to dinner\nI Trick Daddy emcees and I don't know, nann nigga\nWho can take it where I take it\nYou better goin' to God like Ma$e did\nLeaving crowds complacent\nI move 'em above clouds whether on some surf and turf shit\nOr thug style you can feel it in your body\nYeah y'all you can feel it in your body\n\nLike if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body\nYou don't want it, need to find your ass a hobby\nCarbon copy, niggas tryin to clone us\nYou know us, Thelonious, super microphone\nYou know this, rap shit we 'bout to own it dun, for real\n\nEveryday (ey day), it's like a ritual\nYou been invited let the mortal body stimulate the place\nWith the grace, nevertheless, I stress\nLet the music put a smile on your face\nAs for the ritual, when it comes to spiritual excellence\nYou know I always leave you with the taste\nI know you like it hard to the core\nThat's what you ask for, you aching for the best\nHurtin like a sore in that ass, like a ritual\nConversation with the most high makes me wanna cry\nI wonder why, you wanna get to paradise\nBut that itty bitty part of you don't wanna die\nSo pay attention to my word, cause it's the truth\nMeditation ease the mind, and brings the youth\nIt's like a verse you could never read out of a book\nDropping the line in your mind like a fish hook\nWord is birth, yo I do it till the break of day\nPay attention to your heart, never go astray\nWord is bond\n\nYo we do it and we don't quit\nSucka nigga you don't want it, it's Thelonious\nOwning this rap shit, super microphonist and we known to spit\nI spit fire like Esther on Sanford and Son did\nI'm raw duke, more juice than Sunkist\nYou want this, see when J get to saying the rhyme flawless\nShit fly like MJ in his prime, Off The Wall with mines\nI'm grabbin my balls when I rhyme now\nNines bust and plus ball all the time, now\nStay on your mind like great sex\nYou ain't on my mind I'm thinking bout paychecks\nNiggas large like an 8X Avirex jacket\nConant Gardens they bust like latex sex packets\nEmcees they don't rhyme and ball, they lyin' to y'all\nThey dyin' to ball, the rhyme we do all the time\nWe do all the fine bitches they fall in lines\nMe and my mans is something like the Source Sports\nWe gettin money a long time and y'all short\nMy niggas bounce in foreign rides and yours Fords\nYou funny duke, cause really you think you can do me\nWhen you roll a 500 that's really a 320\nShould of let somebody else hook it\nNumbers look crooked like King Kong shook it\nI'm from where niggas bang gats when they celebrate\nThat's how they play, don't let it be a holiday\nThelonious niggas, if you testin us we get you laid back\nShow you the definition of a payback","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thelonius\n  artist: Common, Slum Village\n  album: Like Water For Chocolate\n  duration_ms: 282000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uhh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk\n  Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\n  Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk\n  Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\n  It's the Thelonious, super microphonist\n  You know us, this rap shit we bout to own it\n  You know it, these Mini-Me's trying to clone us\n  I got a bonus for the bitch that run up on us\n  I got a bonus for your bitch that wanna bone us\n  It's the Thelonious, super microphonist\n\n  Uhh, no time to sleep 'cause if you sleep you don't eat\n  Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet\n  Niggas living on the street while other niggas feast\n  Aight wit you it ain't aight wit me\n  Right, gotta make money all my life\n  Gotta stay fucking bitches many types\n  Yeah you know what I'm talking bout\n  Yup, stay turning these bitches out\n  Dick em down also dick em out\n  The hoes duck down whenever my dick's out\n  They know me so they restructure and reroute\n  They know me from Washington to down South\n  All the way to London to my nigga Common house, right\n  It's like a game we never play out, out, out, out\n\n  Nigga no doubt, nigga get live or get knocked the fuck out\n  Word up, just be about what you about dogg\n  Knowhatimsayin, just play at your own risk\n  Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\n  It's the Thelonious, super microphonist\n  You know us, this rap shit we bout to own it\n  You know it, cause you can feel it in your throat, say it\n\n  I'm bout to let my mind float\n  (Com, say it)\n  Get your third eye poked\n  Fuck game, I assemble dope\n  Ness, a nigga that's fresh as the fest\n  Studied this rap shit, no need to mic test\n  You can feel it in your chest\n  Your bia' feel it in her breasts\n  Plus you, rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced\n  We lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us\n  Dreamin when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild\n  Still doin this shit like dude in Wild Style\n  Inviting wack niggas to dinner\n  I Trick Daddy emcees and I don't know, nann nigga\n  Who can take it where I take it\n  You better goin' to God like Ma$e did\n  Leaving crowds complacent\n  I move 'em above clouds whether on some surf and turf shit\n  Or thug style you can feel it in your body\n  Yeah y'all you can feel it in your body\n\n  Like if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body\n  You don't want it, need to find your ass a hobby\n  Carbon copy, niggas tryin to clone us\n  You know us, Thelonious, super microphone\n  You know this, rap shit we 'bout to own it dun, for real\n\n  Everyday (ey day), it's like a ritual\n  You been invited let the mortal body stimulate the place\n  With the grace, nevertheless, I stress\n  Let the music put a smile on your face\n  As for the ritual, when it comes to spiritual excellence\n  You know I always leave you with the taste\n  I know you like it hard to the core\n  That's what you ask for, you aching for the best\n  Hurtin like a sore in that ass, like a ritual\n  Conversation with the most high makes me wanna cry\n  I wonder why, you wanna get to paradise\n  But that itty bitty part of you don't wanna die\n  So pay attention to my word, cause it's the truth\n  Meditation ease the mind, and brings the youth\n  It's like 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and my mans is something like the Source Sports\n  We gettin money a long time and y'all short\n  My niggas bounce in foreign rides and yours Fords\n  You funny duke, cause really you think you can do me\n  When you roll a 500 that's really a 320\n  Should of let somebody else hook it\n  Numbers look crooked like King Kong shook it\n  I'm from where niggas bang gats when they celebrate\n  That's how they play, don't let it be a holiday\n  Thelonious niggas, if you testin us we get you laid back\n  Show you the definition of a payback\n"},{"id":33576735,"name":"Thelonius","trackName":"Thelonius","artistName":"Common/Slum Village","albumName":"Like Water for Chocolate","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uhh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk\nAct like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\nHa, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk\nAct like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\nIt's the Thelonious, super microphonist\nYou know us, this rap shit we bout to own it\nYou know it, these Mini-Me's trying to clone us\nI got a bonus for the bitch that run up on us\nI got a bonus for your bitch that wanna bone us\nIt's the Thelonious, super microphonist\n\nUhh, no time to sleep 'cause if you sleep you don't eat\nGotta hold heat, just to make ends meet\nNiggas living on the street while other niggas feast\nAight wit you it ain't aight wit me\nRight, gotta make money all my life\nGotta stay fucking bitches many types\nYeah you know what I'm talking bout\nYup, stay turning these bitches out\nDick em down also dick em out\nThe hoes duck down whenever my dick's out\nThey know me so they restructure and reroute\nThey know me from Washington to down South\nAll the way to London to my nigga Common house, right\nIt's like a game we never play out, out, out, out\n\nNigga no doubt, nigga get live or get knocked the fuck out\nWord up, just be about what you about dogg\nKnowhatimsayin, just play at your own risk\nAct like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\nIt's the Thelonious, super microphonist\nYou know us, this rap shit we bout to own it\nYou know it, cause you can feel it in your throat, say it\n\nI'm bout to let my mind float\n(Com, say it)\nGet your third eye poked\nFuck game, I assemble dope\nNess, a nigga that's fresh as the fest\nStudied this rap shit, no need to mic test\nYou can feel it in your chest\nYour bia' feel it in her breasts\nPlus you, rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced\nWe lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us\nDreamin when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild\nStill doin this shit like dude in Wild Style\nInviting wack niggas to dinner\nI Trick Daddy emcees and I don't know, nann nigga\nWho can take it where I take it\nYou better goin' to God like Ma$e did\nLeaving crowds complacent\nI move 'em above clouds whether on some surf and turf shit\nOr thug style you can feel it in your body\nYeah y'all you can feel it in your body\n\nLike if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body\nYou don't want it, need to find your ass a hobby\nCarbon copy, niggas tryin to clone us\nYou know us, Thelonious, super microphone\nYou know this, rap shit we 'bout to own it dun, for real\n\nEveryday (ey day), it's like a ritual\nYou been invited let the mortal body stimulate the place\nWith the grace, nevertheless, I stress\nLet the music put a smile on your face\nAs for the ritual, when it comes to spiritual excellence\nYou know I always leave you with the taste\nI know you like it hard to the core\nThat's what you ask for, you aching for the best\nHurtin like a sore in that ass, like a ritual\nConversation with the most high makes me wanna cry\nI wonder why, you wanna get to paradise\nBut that itty bitty part of you don't wanna die\nSo pay attention to my word, cause it's the truth\nMeditation ease the mind, and brings the youth\nIt's like a verse you could never read out of a book\nDropping the line in your mind like a fish hook\nWord is birth, yo I do it till the break of day\nPay attention to your heart, never go astray\nWord is bond\n\nYo we do it and we don't quit\nSucka nigga you don't want it, it's Thelonious\nOwning this rap shit, super microphonist and we known to spit\nI spit fire like Esther on Sanford and Son did\nI'm raw duke, more juice than Sunkist\nYou want this, see when J get to saying the rhyme flawless\nShit fly like MJ in his prime, Off The Wall with mines\nI'm grabbin my balls when I rhyme now\nNines bust and plus ball all the time, now\nStay on your mind like great sex\nYou ain't on my mind I'm thinking bout paychecks\nNiggas large like an 8X Avirex jacket\nConant Gardens they bust like latex sex packets\nEmcees they don't rhyme and ball, they lyin' to y'all\nThey dyin' to ball, the rhyme we do all the time\nWe do all the fine bitches they fall in lines\nMe and my mans is something like the Source Sports\nWe gettin money a long time and y'all short\nMy niggas bounce in foreign rides and yours Fords\nYou funny duke, cause really you think you can do me\nWhen you roll a 500 that's really a 320\nShould of let somebody else hook it\nNumbers look crooked like King Kong shook it\nI'm from where niggas bang gats when they celebrate\nThat's how they play, don't let it be a holiday\nThelonious niggas, if you testin us we get you laid back\nShow you the definition of a payback","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Thelonius\n  artist: Common/Slum Village\n  album: Like Water for Chocolate\n  duration_ms: 294000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uhh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk\n  Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\n  Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk\n  Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\n  It's the Thelonious, super microphonist\n  You know us, this rap shit we bout to own it\n  You know it, these Mini-Me's trying to clone us\n  I got a bonus for the bitch that run up on us\n  I got a bonus for your bitch that wanna bone us\n  It's the Thelonious, super microphonist\n\n  Uhh, no time to sleep 'cause if you sleep you don't eat\n  Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet\n  Niggas living on the street while other niggas feast\n  Aight wit you it ain't aight wit me\n  Right, gotta make money all my life\n  Gotta stay fucking bitches many types\n  Yeah you know what I'm talking bout\n  Yup, stay turning these bitches out\n  Dick em down also dick em out\n  The hoes duck down whenever my dick's out\n  They know me so they restructure and reroute\n  They know me from Washington to down South\n  All the way to London to my nigga Common house, right\n  It's like a game we never play out, out, out, out\n\n  Nigga no doubt, nigga get live or get knocked the fuck out\n  Word up, just be about what you about dogg\n  Knowhatimsayin, just play at your own risk\n  Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\n  It's the Thelonious, super microphonist\n  You know us, this rap shit we bout to own it\n  You know it, cause you can feel it in your throat, say it\n\n  I'm bout to let my mind float\n  (Com, say it)\n  Get your third eye poked\n  Fuck game, I assemble dope\n  Ness, a nigga that's fresh as the fest\n  Studied this rap shit, no need to mic test\n  You can feel it in your chest\n  Your bia' feel it in her breasts\n  Plus you, rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced\n  We lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us\n  Dreamin when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild\n  Still doin this shit like dude in Wild Style\n  Inviting wack niggas to dinner\n  I Trick Daddy emcees and I don't know, nann nigga\n  Who can take it where I take it\n  You better goin' to God like Ma$e did\n  Leaving crowds complacent\n  I move 'em above clouds whether on some surf and turf shit\n  Or thug style you can feel it in your body\n  Yeah y'all you can feel it in your body\n\n  Like if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body\n  You don't want it, need to find your ass a hobby\n  Carbon copy, niggas tryin to clone us\n  You know us, Thelonious, super microphone\n  You know this, rap shit we 'bout to own it dun, for real\n\n  Everyday (ey day), it's like a ritual\n  You been invited let the mortal body stimulate the place\n  With the grace, nevertheless, I stress\n  Let the music put a smile on your face\n  As for the ritual, when it comes to spiritual excellence\n  You know I always leave you with the taste\n  I know you like it hard to the core\n  That's what you ask for, you aching for the best\n  Hurtin like a sore in that ass, like a ritual\n  Conversation with the most high makes me wanna cry\n  I wonder why, you wanna get to paradise\n  But that itty bitty part of you don't wanna die\n  So pay attention to my word, cause it's the truth\n  Meditation ease the mind, and brings the youth\n  It's like a verse you could never read out of a book\n  Dropping the line in your mind like a fish hook\n  Word is birth, yo I do it till the break of day\n  Pay attention to your heart, never go astray\n  Word is bond\n\n  Yo we do it and we don't quit\n  Sucka nigga you don't want it, it's Thelonious\n  Owning this rap shit, super microphonist and we known to spit\n  I spit fire like Esther on Sanford and Son did\n  I'm raw duke, more juice than Sunkist\n  You want this, see when J get to saying the rhyme flawless\n  Shit fly like MJ in his prime, Off The Wall with mines\n  I'm grabbin my balls when I rhyme now\n  Nines bust and plus ball all the time, now\n  Stay on your mind like great sex\n  You ain't on my mind I'm thinking bout paychecks\n  Niggas large like an 8X Avirex jacket\n  Conant Gardens they bust like latex sex packets\n  Emcees they don't rhyme and ball, they lyin' to y'all\n  They dyin' to ball, the rhyme we do all the time\n  We do all the fine bitches they fall in lines\n  Me and my mans is something like the Source Sports\n  We gettin money a long time and y'all short\n  My niggas bounce in foreign rides and yours Fords\n  You funny duke, cause really you think you can do me\n  When you roll a 500 that's really a 320\n  Should of let somebody else hook it\n  Numbers look crooked like King Kong shook it\n  I'm from where niggas bang gats when they celebrate\n  That's how they play, don't let it be a holiday\n  Thelonious niggas, if you testin us we get you laid back\n  Show you the definition of a payback\n"},{"id":5846167,"name":"Thelonius (Album Version)","trackName":"Thelonius (Album Version)","artistName":"Common","albumName":"Like Water For Chocolate","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ha, yeah, yeah\nUhh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk\nAct like you know, I'm on some grown\nHa, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk\nAct like you know, I'm on some grown\nIt's the thelonious, super microphonist\nYou know us, this rap we 'bout to own it\nYou know it, these minimes try to clone us\nI got a bonus for the that run up on us\nI got a bonus for your that run up on us\nIt's the thelonious, super microphonist\n\nUhh, no time to sleep 'cuz if you sleep you don't eat\nGotta hold heat, just to make ends meet\nLivin' on the street while other feast\nAight wit you it ain't aight wit me\nRight, gotta make money all my life\nGotta stay, many types\nYeah you know what I'm talkin' 'bout\nYup, stay turnin' these out, down also, 'em out\nThrow somethin' down whenever my out\nThey know me so they restructure and reroute\nThey know me from Washington to down South\nAll the way to London to my common house\nRight, it's like a game we never play out, out, out, out\n\nNo doubt, get live or get knocked the out\nWord up, just be about what you about dogg\nKnowhatimsayin', just play at your own risk\nAct like you know I'm on some grown\nIt's the thelonious, super microphonist\nYou know us, this rap we 'bout to own it\nYou know it, 'cuz you can feel it in your throat, say it\n\nI'm 'bout to let my mind float, say it\nGet your third eye poked, game, I assemble dope\nNess, a that's fresh as the 'fess\nStudied this rap, no need to mic test\nYou can feel it in your chest\nYour B I, feel it in her\nPlus you, rhyme like a wit his pierced\nWe lick off lyrics in the streets and real hear us\nDreamin' when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild\nStill doin' this like dude in wild style\n\nInvitin' Wack to dinner, I \"Trick Daddy\" Emcees and I don't know, \"Nann\"\nWho can take it where I take it, you better go into God like Mase did\nLeavin' crowds complacent\nI move 'em above clouds whether on some surface the earth\nOr thug style you can feel it in your body\nYeah, y'all you can feel it in your body\n\nLike if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body\nYou don't want no one to find your a hobby\nCarbon copy, tryin' to clone us\nYou know us, thelonious, super microphone\nYou know this, rap we 'bout to own it dun, for real\n\nAy, it's like a ritual\nYou been invited let the motoebike stimulate the place\nWith the grace, nevertheless, I stress\nLet the music put a smile on your face\nAs for the ritual, when it comes to spiritual excellence\nYou know I always leave you with the taste\nI know you like it hard to the core\nThat's what you ask for you aimin' for the best\nHurtin' like a in that like a ritual\n\nConversation with the most high makes me wanna cry\nI wonder why, you wanna get to paradise\nBut that itty bitty part of you don't wanna die\nSo pay attention to my word, 'cuz it's the truth\nMeditation ease the mind, and brings the youth\nIt's like a verse you could never read out of a book\nDarken the line and your mind like a fish hook\nWord is birth, yo I do it till the break of day\nPay attention to your art, never go astray\nWord is bond\n\nYo, we do it and we don't quit\nSucka, you don't want it, it's Thelonious\nOwnin' this rap, super microphonist, and we known to spit\nI spit fire like Esther on Sanford and son did\nI'm raw dude, more juice than Sunkiss\nYou want this, so MJ kept sayin' the rhyme flawless\nFly like MJ in his prime, \"Off The Wall\" wit mines\nI'm grabbin' my when I rhyme, nine nines bustin' plus\nBall all the time, now stay on your mind like great sex\n\nYou ain't on my mind I'm thinkin' 'bout paychecks\nLarge like an Adex Avirex jacket\nYo the Gods they bust like Latex sex packets\nEmcees they don't rhyme and ball, they lyin' to y'all\nThey dyin' to ball, the rhyme we do all the time\nWe do all the fine they fall in lines\nMe and my mans is somethin' like the source sports\nWe gettin' money a long time and y'all short\nMy bounce and full rise and y'alls fall\nYou funny doo, 'cuz really you think you can do me\nWhen you roll a 500 that's really a 320\n\nShould of let somebody else hook it\nNumbers look crooked like King Kong shook it\nI'm from where Bang Gats when they celebrate\nThat's how they play, don't let it be a holiday\nThelonious, if you testin' us we get you laid back\nShow you the definition of a pay back","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.15] Ha, yeah, yeah\n[00:01.95] Uhh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk\n[00:04.68] Act like you know, I'm 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money a long time and y'all short\nMy bounce and full rise and y'alls fall\nYou funny doo, 'cuz really you think you can do me\nWhen you roll a 500 that's really a 320\n\nShould of let somebody else hook it\nNumbers look crooked like King Kong shook it\nI'm from where Bang Gats when they celebrate\nThat's how they play, don't let it be a holiday\nThelonious, if you testin' us we get you laid back\nShow you the definition of a pay back","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.15] Ha, yeah, yeah\n[00:01.94] Uhh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk\n[00:04.60] Act like you know, I'm on some grown\n[00:07.39] Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk\n[00:10.02] Act like you know, I'm on some grown\n[00:11.98] It's the thelonious, super microphonist\n[00:14.65] You know us, this rap we 'bout to own it\n[00:16.42] You know it, these minimes try to clone us\n[00:19.21] I got a bonus for the that run up on us\n[00:21.92] I got a bonus for your that run up on us\n[00:24.69] It's the thelonious, super microphonist\n[00:26.47] Uhh, no time to sleep 'cuz if you sleep you don't eat\n[00:29.25] Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet\n[00:31.94] Livin' on the street while other feast\n[00:35.51] Aight wit you it ain't aight wit me\n[00:37.35] Right, gotta make money all my life\n[00:40.10] Gotta stay, many types\n[00:42.88] Yeah you know what I'm talkin' 'bout\n[00:44.66] Yup, stay turnin' these out, down also, 'em out\n[00:50.18] Throw somethin' down whenever my out\n[00:52.84] They know me so they restructure and reroute\n[00:55.58] They know me from Washington to down South\n[00:57.32] All the way to London to my common house\n[01:00.15] Right, it's like a game we never play out, out, out, out\n[01:04.66] No doubt, get live or get knocked the out\n[01:08.32] Word up, just be about what you about dogg\n[01:11.05] Knowhatimsayin', just play at your own risk\n[01:12.85] Act like you know I'm on some grown\n[01:14.63] It's the thelonious, super microphonist\n[01:17.48] You know us, this rap we 'bout to own it\n[01:20.14] You know it, 'cuz you can feel it in your throat, say it\n[01:21.99] I'm 'bout to let my mind float, say it\n[01:25.62] Get your third eye poked, game, I assemble dope\n[01:30.14] Ness, a that's fresh as the 'fess\n[01:33.78] Studied this rap, no need to mic test\n[01:36.55] You can feel it in your chest\n[01:38.33] Your B I, feel it in her\n[01:40.13] Plus you, rhyme like a wit his pierced\n[01:43.88] We lick off lyrics in the streets and real hear us\n[01:45.65] Dreamin' when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild\n[01:47.45] Still doin' this like dude in wild style\n[01:51.17] Invitin' Wack to dinner, I \"Trick Daddy\" Emcees and I don't know, \"Nann\"\n[01:55.72] Who can take it where I take it, you better go into God like Mase did\n[02:01.11] Leavin' crowds complacent\n[02:02.91] I move 'em above clouds whether on some surface the earth\n[02:06.64] Or thug style you can feel it in your body\n[02:08.46] Yeah, y'all you can feel it in your body\n[02:10.22] Like if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body\n[02:13.02] You don't want no one to find your a hobby\n[02:14.83] Carbon copy, tryin' to clone us\n[02:17.61] You know us, thelonious, super microphone\n[02:20.37] You know this, rap we 'bout to own it dun, for real\n[02:23.02] Ay, it's like a ritual\n[02:26.74] You been invited let the motoebike stimulate the place\n[02:28.53] With the grace, nevertheless, I stress\n[02:31.28] Let the music put a smile on your face\n[02:34.05] As for the ritual, when it comes to spiritual excellence\n[02:37.69] You know I always leave you with the taste\n[02:39.44] I know you like it hard to the core\n[02:41.29] That's what you ask for you aimin' for the best\n[02:43.17] Hurtin' like a in that like a ritual\n[02:46.78] Conversation with the most high makes me wanna cry\n[02:48.58] I wonder why, you wanna get to paradise\n[02:52.20] But that itty bitty part of you don't wanna die\n[02:54.03] So pay attention to my word, 'cuz it's the 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on some grown\n  It's the thelonious, super microphonist\n  You know us, this rap we 'bout to own it\n  You know it, these minimes try to clone us\n  I got a bonus for the that run up on us\n  I got a bonus for your that run up on us\n  It's the thelonious, super microphonist\n\n  Uhh, no time to sleep 'cuz if you sleep you don't eat\n  Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet\n  Livin' on the street while other feast\n  Aight wit you it ain't aight wit me\n  Right, gotta make money all my life\n  Gotta stay, many types\n  Yeah you know what I'm talkin' 'bout\n  Yup, stay turnin' these out, down also, 'em out\n  Throw somethin' down whenever my out\n  They know me so they restructure and reroute\n  They know me from Washington to down South\n  All the way to London to my common house\n  Right, it's like a game we never play out, out, out, out\n\n  No doubt, get live or get knocked the out\n  Word up, just be about what you about dogg\n  Knowhatimsayin', just play at your own risk\n  Act like you know I'm on some grown\n  It's the thelonious, super microphonist\n  You know us, this rap we 'bout to own it\n  You know it, 'cuz you can feel it in your throat, say it\n\n  I'm 'bout to let my mind float, say it\n  Get your third eye poked, game, I assemble dope\n  Ness, a that's fresh as the 'fess\n  Studied this rap, no need to mic test\n  You can feel it in your chest\n  Your B I, feel it in her\n  Plus you, rhyme like a wit his pierced\n  We lick off lyrics in the streets and real hear us\n  Dreamin' when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild\n  Still doin' this like dude in wild style\n\n  Invitin' Wack to dinner, I \"Trick Daddy\" Emcees and I don't know, \"Nann\"\n  Who can take it where I take it, you better go into God like Mase did\n  Leavin' crowds complacent\n  I move 'em above clouds whether on some surface the earth\n  Or thug style you can feel it in your body\n  Yeah, y'all you can feel it in your body\n\n  Like if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body\n  You don't want no one to find your a hobby\n  Carbon copy, tryin' to clone us\n  You know us, thelonious, super microphone\n  You know this, rap we 'bout to own it dun, for real\n\n  Ay, it's like a ritual\n  You been invited let the motoebike stimulate the place\n  With the grace, nevertheless, I stress\n  Let the music put a smile on your face\n  As for the ritual, when it comes to spiritual excellence\n  You know I always leave you with the taste\n  I know you like it hard to the core\n  That's what you ask for you aimin' for the best\n  Hurtin' like a in that like a ritual\n\n  Conversation with the most high makes me wanna cry\n  I wonder why, you wanna get to paradise\n  But that itty bitty part of you don't wanna die\n  So pay attention to my word, 'cuz it's the truth\n  Meditation ease the mind, and brings the youth\n  It's like a you could never read out of a book\n  Darken the line and your mind like a fish hook\n  Word is birth, yo I do it till the break of day\n  Pay 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You don't want no one to find your a hobby\n  Carbon copy, tryin' to clone us\n  You know us, thelonious, super microphone\n  You know this, rap we 'bout to own it dun, for real\n\n  Ay, it's like a ritual\n  You been invited let the motoebike stimulate the place\n  With the grace, nevertheless, I stress\n  Let the music put a smile on your face\n  As for the ritual, when it comes to spiritual excellence\n  You know I always leave you with the taste\n  I know you like it hard to the core\n  That's what you ask for you aimin' for the best\n  Hurtin' like a in that like a ritual\n\n  Conversation with the most high makes me wanna cry\n  I wonder why, you wanna get to paradise\n  But that itty bitty part of you don't wanna die\n  So pay attention to my word, 'cuz it's the truth\n  Meditation ease the mind, and brings the youth\n  It's like a you could never read out of a book\n  Darken the line and your mind like a fish hook\n  Word is birth, yo I do it till the break of day\n  Pay 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real\n\nEveryday (ey day), it's like a ritual\nYou been invited let the mortal body stimulate the place\nWith the grace, nevertheless, I stress\nLet the music put a smile on your face\nAs for the ritual, when it comes to spiritual excellence\nYou know I always leave you with the taste\nI know you like it hard to the core\nThat's what you ask for, you aching for the best\nHurtin like a sore in that ass, like a ritual\nConversation with the most high makes me wanna cry\nI wonder why, you wanna get to paradise\nBut that itty bitty part of you don't wanna die\nSo pay attention to my word, cause it's the truth\nMeditation ease the mind, and brings the youth\nIt's like a verse you could never read out of a book\nDropping the line in your mind like a fish hook\nWord is birth, yo I do it till the break of day\nPay attention to your heart, never go astray\nWord is bond\n\nYo we do it and we don't quit\nSucka nigga you don't want it, it's Thelonious\nOwning this rap shit, super microphonist and 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fest\n  Studied this rap shit, no need to mic test\n  You can feel it in your chest\n  Your bia' feel it in her breasts\n  Plus you, rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced\n  We lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us\n  Dreamin when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild\n  Still doin this shit like dude in Wild Style\n  Inviting wack niggas to dinner\n  I Trick Daddy emcees and I don't know, nann nigga\n  Who can take it where I take it\n  You better goin' to God like Ma$e did\n  Leaving crowds complacent\n  I move 'em above clouds whether on some surf and turf shit\n  Or thug style you can feel it in your body\n  Yeah y'all you can feel it in your body\n\n  Like if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body\n  You don't want it, need to find your ass a hobby\n  Carbon copy, niggas tryin to clone us\n  You know us, Thelonious, super microphone\n  You know this, rap shit we 'bout to own it dun, for real\n\n  Everyday (ey day), it's like a ritual\n  You been invited let 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fire like Esther on Sanford and Son did\n  I'm raw duke, more juice than Sunkist\n  You want this, see when J get to saying the rhyme flawless\n  Shit fly like MJ in his prime, Off The Wall with mines\n  I'm grabbin my balls when I rhyme now\n  Nines bust and plus ball all the time, now\n  Stay on your mind like great sex\n  You ain't on my mind I'm thinking bout paychecks\n  Niggas large like an 8X Avirex jacket\n  Conant Gardens they bust like latex sex packets\n  Emcees they don't rhyme and ball, they lyin' to y'all\n  They dyin' to ball, the rhyme we do all the time\n  We do all the fine bitches they fall in lines\n  Me and my mans is something like the Source Sports\n  We gettin money a long time and y'all short\n  My niggas bounce in foreign rides and yours Fords\n  You funny duke, cause really you think you can do me\n  When you roll a 500 that's really a 320\n  Should of let somebody else hook it\n  Numbers look crooked like King Kong shook it\n  I'm from where niggas bang gats 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Slum Village\n  artist: Common\n  album: Communication\n  duration_ms: 284000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uhh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk\n  Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\n  Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk\n  Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\n  It's the Thelonious, super microphonist\n  You know us, this rap shit we bout to own it\n  You know it, these Mini-Me's trying to clone us\n  I got a bonus for the bitch that run up on us\n  I got a bonus for your bitch that wanna bone us\n  It's the Thelonious, super microphonist\n\n  Uhh, no time to sleep 'cause if you sleep you don't eat\n  Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet\n  Niggas living on the street while other niggas feast\n  Aight wit you it ain't aight wit me\n  Right, gotta make money all my life\n  Gotta stay fucking bitches many types\n  Yeah you know what I'm talking bout\n  Yup, stay turning these bitches out\n  Dick em down also dick em out\n  The hoes duck down whenever my dick's out\n  They know me so they restructure and reroute\n  They know me from Washington to down South\n  All the way to London to my nigga Common house, right\n  It's like a game we never play out, out, out, out\n\n  Nigga no doubt, nigga get live or get knocked the fuck out\n  Word up, just be about what you about dogg\n  Knowhatimsayin, just play at your own risk\n  Act like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit\n  It's the Thelonious, super microphonist\n  You know us, this rap shit we bout to own it\n  You know it, cause you can feel it in your throat, say it\n\n  I'm bout to let my mind float\n  (Com, say it)\n  Get your third eye poked\n  Fuck game, I assemble dope\n  Ness, a nigga that's fresh as the fest\n  Studied this rap shit, no need to mic test\n  You can feel it in your chest\n  Your bia' feel it in her breasts\n  Plus you, rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced\n  We lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us\n  Dreamin when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild\n  Still doin this shit like dude in Wild Style\n  Inviting wack niggas to dinner\n  I Trick Daddy emcees and I don't know, nann nigga\n  Who can take it where I take it\n  You better goin' to God like Ma$e did\n  Leaving crowds complacent\n  I move 'em above clouds whether on some surf and turf shit\n  Or thug style you can feel it in your body\n  Yeah y'all you can feel it in your body\n\n  Like if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body\n  You don't want it, need to find your ass a hobby\n  Carbon copy, niggas tryin to clone us\n  You know us, Thelonious, super microphone\n  You know this, rap shit we 'bout to own it dun, for real\n\n  Everyday (ey day), it's like a ritual\n  You been invited let the mortal body stimulate the place\n  With the grace, nevertheless, I stress\n  Let the music put a smile on your face\n  As for the ritual, when it comes to spiritual excellence\n  You know I always leave you with the taste\n  I know you like it hard to the core\n  That's what you ask for, you aching for the best\n  Hurtin like a sore in that ass, like a ritual\n  Conversation with the most high makes me wanna cry\n  I wonder why, you wanna get to paradise\n  But that itty bitty part of you don't wanna die\n  So pay attention to my word, cause it's the truth\n  Meditation ease the mind, and brings the youth\n  It's like a verse you could never read out of a book\n  Dropping the line in your mind like a fish hook\n  Word is birth, yo I do it till the break of day\n  Pay attention to your heart, never go astray\n  Word is bond\n\n  Yo we do it and we don't quit\n  Sucka nigga you don't want it, it's Thelonious\n  Owning this rap shit, super microphonist and we known to spit\n  I spit fire like Esther on Sanford and Son did\n  I'm raw duke, more juice than Sunkist\n  You want this, see when J get to saying the rhyme flawless\n  Shit fly like MJ in his prime, Off The Wall with mines\n  I'm grabbin my balls when I rhyme now\n  Nines bust and plus ball all the time, now\n  Stay on your mind like great sex\n  You ain't on my mind I'm thinking bout paychecks\n  Niggas large like an 8X Avirex jacket\n  Conant Gardens they bust like latex sex packets\n  Emcees they don't rhyme and ball, they lyin' to y'all\n  They dyin' to ball, the rhyme we do all the time\n  We do all the fine bitches they fall in lines\n  Me and my mans is something like the Source Sports\n  We gettin money a long time and y'all short\n  My niggas bounce in foreign rides and yours Fords\n  You funny duke, cause really you think you can do me\n  When you roll a 500 that's really a 320\n  Should of let somebody else hook it\n  Numbers look crooked like King Kong shook it\n  I'm from where niggas bang gats when they celebrate\n  That's how they play, don't let it be a holiday\n  Thelonious niggas, if you testin us we get you laid back\n  Show you the definition of a payback\n"},{"id":18227796,"name":"Thelonius (Ft. 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