Common feat. Slum Village - Thelonious Chords

_ [Gb] Yeah, yeah, [Ebm] _ _ play out your own rest.
Like you know, bitch, I'm on some grown shit.
Yeah, yeah, play out [Eb] your own rest.
[Gb] Like you know, bitch, I'm on [Bb] some grown shit.
It's the [Gb] Thelonious [Bb] Supermicrophone.
You know [Gb] it's rap shit, we bout [Bb] to own it.
You know [Gb] it, so many memes trying to clone us.
I got [Ebm] a bonus for the rich, I run a bonus.
I got [Bbm] a bonus for your rich, I run a bonus.
It's the Thelonious [Bb] Supermicrophone.
No [Gb] time to sleep, if you sleep you [Bb] don't eat.
Gotta [Gb] hold heat just to make [Bb] ends meet.
[Gb] Niggas living on the street by other [Bb] niggas' feasts.
I [Gb] ain't with you, what ain't I [Bb] with me, right?
[Gb] Gotta make money [Bb] all my life.
Gotta stay fucking bitches [Bb] many types.
[Gb] Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.
Yup, stay turning these [Bb] bitches out.
[Gb] Kick them down hard so [Bb] they come out.
[Gb] Those ducked down, never mind, [Bb] dicks out.
[Gb] They know me so they restructure [Bb] and reroute.
They [Gb] know me from Washington to [Bb] down south.
All [Gb] the way to London to my [Bb] nigga's house, right?
[Gb] It's like a game we never [Ebm] played.
Out, out, out, nigga no doubt.
Nigga get live, you're knocked the [Bb] fuck out.
Word out, you speak about what you about, dog.
You [Ebm] know what I'm saying?
Just play out [Bb] your own rest.
[Gb] Like you know, bitch, I'm on some grown shit.
It's the Thelonious [Bb] Supermicrophone.
You know [Gb] what?
This rap shit we about to own it.
You know it.
You can feel it in [Bb] your throat.
Say [Gb] it.
I'm about to let my [Bb] mind float.
Say [Gb] it.
Get your third eye [Bb] poked.
Fuck [Gb] game.
I assemble dope.
Ness, a nigga [Bb] that's fresh and [Gb] fast.
Study this [Bb] rap shit.
No need for [Gb] my test.
You can feel it in [Bb] your chest.
Yo, [Gb] P.I. feel it in the breast.
Plus you rhyme [Bb] like a nigga with his nipples [Gb] pierced.
We lick off lyrics in the streets.
Some real niggas here is dreaming when I wrote this.
Box me if I go too wild.
Still [Ab] doing this shit like dude in [Gb] Wildstyle.
Fighting [Bb] rap niggas to dinner.
[Gb] I trick daddy [Bb] MCs and I don't know.
[Gb] Nat nigga, who can take it where [Bb] I take it?
[Gb] You better go into God [Bb] like Mace did.
[Gb] Leaving crowds complacent.
[Bb] I move them above [Gb] clouds.
Whether on some [Ebm] surf and turf shit or thug style.
You can feel it in [F] your body.
Yeah, y'all.
You can feel it in your body.
Like if a 12 [Ebm]-day shite shell hit your body.
Yo, I want to need to find your ass and hop.
[Gb] Cop, copy.
Nigga trying [Bb] to clone us.
You know [F] us.
The Lonely Us.
Super [Bb] microphone.
You know [Gb] this rap shit.
We about to own the fret.
Hey, it's time for the ritual.
You've been invited.
Let the motorbikes formulate the place.
With the grace.
Nevertheless, I stress.
Let the music put [Bb] a smile on your face.
[Gb] As for the ritual, [Bb] when it comes to spiritual [Gb] excellence, you know I [Bb] always leave you with the taste.
I know you like it hard to the core.
That's what [Ebm] you ask for.
You're aching for [Bb] the best.
Hurting like a sore head.
It's like a ritual.
[Eb] Conversation with the most.
I [Ab] just want to cry.
I wonder why.
You want [Db] to get to paradise, but that itty bitty part of you don't want to [Ab] die.
So pay attention to [Ebm] my word.
Cause it's the truth.
Meditation is [Bb] the mind.
It brings to you.
[Gb] It's like a verse you [Bb] could never read out of a [Gb] book.
Dropping a line in [Bb] your mind like a fish [Gb] hook.
Word is birth.
Yo, [Bb] I'm going to break the [Gb] day.
Pay attention to [Bb] your heart.
Never go astray.
Word is born.
We do it.
Don't [Gb] quit.
Suck a nigga.
[Bb] You're one.
[F] Stallone gets so that this rap shit.
Supermarket phone is singing on [Bb] spin.
Spit [Gb] fire like that's Don [Ab] Sampson.
Sunday.
[Gb] More [Bb] juice.
Sun kiss.
[Gb] One day [Bb] saying [Gb] the rhyme flawless.
[Bb] Like him.
Jay and [Gb] his prime of the war with [Bb] my son.
My boss.
[Gb] Now, now, [Bb] but plus ball all [Gb] the time.
Now, they only [Eb] my life.
Great [Gb] sex.
You know, my mind.
[Bb] I'm thinking about paychecks.
[Gb] Niggas lost [Eb] like a saver.
X [Gb] jacket.
Coney Garth.
They [Bb] bust latex [Gb] sex package.
Seize [Eb] their own rhyming.
Body [Gb] line.
The yard.
Dine.
[Bb] All the [Gb] time.
Do all [Bb] the bitches.
They fall [Gb] in line.
Give my [Bb] man something like the [Gb] sauce for getting money.
Long time.
And you're sure my niggas [Bb] bounce for rising.
Your [C] for your funny do.
It's really you think you could do me when you roll a 500.
That's really three.
[Gb] Twenty should have let [Bb] somebody else look at [Gb] them.
Look like [Bb] King Kong.
Shook [Gb] it from when they get banged [Bb] up when they celebrate.
[Gb] How they play.
Don't let it be [Bb] a holiday.
[Gb] The loneliest niggas.
[Bb] It's just that we get you [Ebm] laid back.
So you [N] the definition of a payback.
_ _ _ _ _ Today at 1150.
He.
_ [D] _ _ Brashy.
Call Grandma.
This is Grandma.
Honey, a nigga robbed me on the riverboat.
Took that