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Thelonius

Thelonious Sphere Monk (, October 10, 1917 – February 17, 1982) was an American jazz pianist and composer. He had a unique improvisational style and made numerous contributions to the standard jazz repertoire, including "'Round Midnight", "Blue Monk", "Straight, No Chaser", "Ruby, My Dear", "In Walked Bud", and "Well, You Needn't". Monk is the second-most-recorded jazz composer after Duke Ellington.Monk's compositions and improvisations feature dissonances and angular melodic twists and are consistent with his unorthodox approach to the piano, which combined a highly percussive attack with abrupt, dramatic use of switched key releases, silences, and hesitations. Monk's distinct look included suits, hats, and sunglasses. He also had an idiosyncratic habit duri… more »

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The lavishing living they can't preach
He prayed for that money like Big Meech
In that Holy Ghost Phantom walk on water by the beach
Jesus, dreaming that's that drug talk
Nah he liable to run up on that plug talk
You know that semi get to waving with that slug talk
But he ain't ready for that grave getting dug talk
Lord, how you think he got here
He's from the lowest trenches in the Western Hemisphere
He's turning project hallway lights into Chandeliers
The Hennessy that he's flipping to sipping that Belvedere
His destination is clear, applying that Windex
Seeing through windows, the vision to invest
Always up for the bread so he get down for the dough
Pick an option, hands up or you get down on the floor, let him know
And should I die
Before I wake
I pray to The Lord
My soul to take
My heart is at war
My gun is at peace
This ain't what I want
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He got the mask on they can barely see his face
By the way of night, even broad daylight
With the tool he'll graph for the paper without a trace
He's usually careful but the allure, boy he filled a void
A Lloyd for that chicken like Banks, Hunger for More
Fulfillment proceed to the greed, know what he need
He gotta slow itch, but he's scratching it with speed
Pick a target, not a game this ain't no tag
Run the jewels, give it up, secure the bag
The victim reaching, something wrong, a red flag
On 12, drop your weapon, see the badge
Now he running, shots bucking, he's ducking
Return fire, bullets cold, they ain't touching
No discussion, open book, turn the page
How it ends, jail cell or the grave
And should I die
Before I wake
I pray to The Lord
My soul to take
My heart is at war
My gun is at peace
This ain't what I want
But I'mma need to
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