MZ Boom Bap - Thelonelious Monk lyrics

[Intro sample] Sphere, born 1918 - Question Mark, Huh You, as Jazz pianist and composer - It appears you're famous, Theolonius [Verse 1:] Support the lonliest rapper who smacks the phoniest Mic, Theolonius composure in my Mona lisa face - This is that coup grace crew stepping up through to this Microphone check ni**a get your damn loupe to this I'm a super official helvetic representer A born sinner, a force and a lost winnner, send a: Loop in an actual black hole when I roll the streams Fuel we burn no leaves, straight diesel for my people I roll the G3 teen, with 3 geek teens And obliterate my brain cells – I'm getting mine, - patiently I'm a patriot of good health but smoking pot has got me socks in water ya Doctor told me I'm moreba, that warrior blooded, more like a Moria flooded Minas Tirith I spit that spirit for fire All of your gimmicks get higher Set on my cerebral choir Now die hard and inspire the ma** empire But now try without a mask or wire Slowly my face shows Black with a slack of African - Panatlantic panoramic shade though Wow. My back is facin the black of the cloud that shrouds Hate, while you subconsciously still bitin my style, foul [Hook 1:] Support the loniest rapper who smacks the phoniest Mic, Theolonius composure in my Mona lisa face - This is that coup grace crew stepping up through to this Microphone check ni**a get your damn loupe to this Lose your minds and put your hands up if you new to this Or simply sit n chill back to the old' smoke of the Buddha bliss A loniest monk - she got my hand like a puppet Like: Theolonius monk, piano jazz with the trumpet [Bridge:] Running down – runnin‘ down Running down – ayo we run em‘ down Ayo we running down – ayo run‘ em' down Ayo we running round – ayo we run em' down (x2) Support the loniest rapper who smacks the phoniest Mic, Theolonius composure in my Mona lisa face - This is that coup grace crew stepping up through to this Microphone check ni**a get your damn loupe to this [intro sample] Sphere, born 1918 - Question Mark, Hah You, as Jazz pianist and composer, - It appears you're famous, Theolonius [Verse 2:] Mic theolonius - check - my rhyme's be on the deck A shout out to all my lady friends sharing a keg For the jealous haters I keep my energy flowin Pump and show em what they made of me, afraid of me - I swear I'm growing like tomato fields in summertime I share the load with at least one of my n***as At peace when money figures get larger and hundred signs Can charge up my Chevy hybrid I'm still livin insiiide Fell on top of some lego stones that I can't let go I cramped my toe while I slammed it slow So we can close the manifold, get gold and Bangi Exposed as junky, they suddenly relate to Ghandi Some of us bungee jumping while - we bumping that style That real ruggedness, under quest, that wonderous child We come with some of this, back then was none but child I got my shy out, smile, you better dry out -we Homicidal at night my rivals and all disciples dun shot dem‘ with sniper rifles As we aim from heights like Eiffel's, I'm power, you down you coward Don't cower and show no sour attidudes, (get back at you.) I slamming up yo magnitude [Hook 2:] Support the loniest rapper who smacks the phoniest Mic, Theolonius composure in my Mona lisa's face - This is that coup grace crew stepping up through to this Microphone check ni**a get your damn loupe to this Lose your minds and put your hands up if you new to this Or simply sit n chill back to the old' smoke of the Buddha bliss A loniest monk, she got my hand like a puppet Like: Theolonius monk, piano jazz with the trumpet [Bridge:] Running down – runnin‘ down Running down – ayo we run em‘ down Ayo we running down – ayo run‘ em' down Ayo we running round – ayo we run em' down (x2) [Outro hook:] Support the loniest rapper who smacks the phoniest Mic, Theolonius composure in my Mona lisa's face - This is that coup grace crew stepping up through to this - Microphone check ni**a get your damn loupe to this