The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
Ha, yeah, yeah
Uh, 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 mes 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
Uh, no time to sleep 'cause if you sleep you don't eat
Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet
Niggas living on the street while other niggas feast
Alright wit you it ain't alright with me
Right, gotta make money all my life
Gotta stay fucking bitches many types
Yeah you know what I'm talking 'bout
Yup, stay turning these bitches out
Dick 'em down also dick 'em out
Throw something 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 niggass 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 dog
Know what I'm saying, 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
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 with his nipples pierced
We lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us
Dreaming when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild
Still doing this shit like dude in wild style
Inviting wack niggas to dinner
I "Trick Daddy" emcees and I don't know, "Nan Nigga"
Who can take it where I take it
You better go into God like Mase did
Leaving 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 shotty shell hit your body
You don't want no one to find your ass a hobby
Carbon copy, niggas trying to clone us
You know us, Thelonious, super microphone
You know this, rap shit we 'bout to own it dun, for real
Hey, it's like a ritual
You been invited let the motor watch 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 eggin' for the best
Hurting 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, 'cause 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
Sucker nigga you don't want it, it's Thelonious
Owning 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 busting plus
Ball all the time, now stay on your mind like great sex
You ain't on my mind I'm thinking '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 something like the Source Sports
We getting money a long time and y'all short
My niggas bounce and full rise and y'alls fall
You funny duke, cause 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 testing us we get you laid back
Show you the definition of a pay back
Uh, 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 mes 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
Uh, no time to sleep 'cause if you sleep you don't eat
Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet
Niggas living on the street while other niggas feast
Alright wit you it ain't alright with me
Right, gotta make money all my life
Gotta stay fucking bitches many types
Yeah you know what I'm talking 'bout
Yup, stay turning these bitches out
Dick 'em down also dick 'em out
Throw something 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 niggass 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 dog
Know what I'm saying, 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
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 with his nipples pierced
We lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us
Dreaming when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild
Still doing this shit like dude in wild style
Inviting wack niggas to dinner
I "Trick Daddy" emcees and I don't know, "Nan Nigga"
Who can take it where I take it
You better go into God like Mase did
Leaving 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 shotty shell hit your body
You don't want no one to find your ass a hobby
Carbon copy, niggas trying to clone us
You know us, Thelonious, super microphone
You know this, rap shit we 'bout to own it dun, for real
Hey, it's like a ritual
You been invited let the motor watch 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 eggin' for the best
Hurting 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, 'cause 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
Sucker nigga you don't want it, it's Thelonious
Owning 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 busting plus
Ball all the time, now stay on your mind like great sex
You ain't on my mind I'm thinking '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 something like the Source Sports
We getting money a long time and y'all short
My niggas bounce and full rise and y'alls fall
You funny duke, cause 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 testing us we get you laid back
Show you the definition of a pay back
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