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Check it
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We can go toe to toe with the blows to the temple (NOT)
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Not the Temple of Doom so make room
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for the Unamerican Caravan (who you down with?)
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The B Boys Immenslope Twilite Tone Derrick and then some
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I don't get rid of some faces
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while marks be lookin hard and they be beggin bases
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They have too many cases and now they got courage
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Sorta like Goldilocks tryin to take Pop's porridge
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But I got, the story straight
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Plus the name, I got rep, don't dare sleep
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Slept and got, crept
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An AC/DC spider went up the wall we mount
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Now came down the Common the Common Sense, and now the spider out
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(BOOM) A blackout, power failure
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I ain't the Burger King, but I got a whale of blows
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uppercuts jabs hits and hey niggaz
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Cause I'm weird they call me Lemonhead, but I'm a Jawbreaker
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and I break a Bean, but I'm not from Boston
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I'm stronger, and faster, than Steve Austin
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Common'll keep the camera movin -- I'm kinda fast!
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I'm from a town called FRESH OFF A NIGGAZ ASS
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And I'm about to go on like Stephanie Mills
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YOU MUST be poppin pills, tryin to step to me
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Cause to the left of me, WE got the U-A-C (whattup)
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And comin up to the right of me, WE got the U-A-C (come on)
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And in back of me, yo WE got the U-A-C
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And in front of me (BAW!) is a dead man G!
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We hit em hard!
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Kick it
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A duck tried to buck, but the vic got vicked
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so I picked him, he's another victim of a circumstance
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He did a dance like Ali (SAY WHAT?)
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But he floated like a waterfly and stung like a C
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Ya see, I ain't out here, tryin to be a bully
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Nor am I pretendin to be a two-shoes goodie
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(WORD IS BOND) that I got big balls homes
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And if a player try to press me, I gotta break the zone
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Here to stage a, OOH SHIT, up in the sky
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You better watch out, I'm tellin you why
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Common Sense is breaking, marks down, ah-follow-me-now
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Yo Common Sense is breaking, marks down
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Uhh, check it, check it, check it
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I huff and I puff and I blow (WHAT?)
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the motherfuckin house down, I guess you didn't know!
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Homeskillet, WHERE YA BEEN? Are you the boy in the plastic bubble?
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Ooh you in trouble!
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A tisket a tasket, you're gonna get your ass kicked
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You better know what's in my jacket, fuck the basket
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Oh, God damn CHILD, I mean it's drastic
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You end up on a stretched cause I stretch you like Plastikman
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Fuck with me ("you end up the in the cas-ket")
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You flow ass pussy nigga, sucker duck bastard
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(Yo Common calm down, you gots to calm down!)
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This Grape tried to step to me, with his arms down
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Lesson number one - when you're ready to throw
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never step up talkin - that's like tryin to pitch, but you're balkin
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And I'ma steal first, hide the base, but you base
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You can call me Pencil Petey cause the marks I ERASE
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In case of emergency, it's urgent see, that you see a doctor
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You tried to Gamble, but I'm the Proctor
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I knock that ass, bringin it down and then slash
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Tried to play me with a skit, but now you got a gash
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you character, for ya inherit a, neck brace
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Makin ya thousand deaths times worser than a Screwface
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But they call me Screwneck and I do wreck shit
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So next time he push up in the jam, BOY YOU BETTER EXIT
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Late Show in the house
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U-A-C in the house
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7-D in the house
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R-T-A in the house
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True B-Boys in the house
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Dem Dere Dyslexics in the house
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And we gonna fuckin blow the house down
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Check it, hit em with a
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Blood clot boy, you get bucked, tryin to fuck with the
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Mario, Super Super Brothers like Mario
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Here the Common, sucker clucks (what we do?)
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Mission upon the loves, gettin kisses, and hugs
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but then we runnin to a scrub that tried to bug
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He's out to get some what they call em stunts because we bunt
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(WHAT?) But I don't bug, I just slide her, and hit her
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Some be rumpy chump, with the chat chat chitter
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Yo we did her but I betcha know I'm better on it
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Now you got a 100 percent beef, it's just a beatdown
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(UH UH AHH!) Too late to try to be down
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Brother your best bet, is to cover your eyes, like Dee Brown
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(Cause it's a bum bum bum, bum-rush)
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And if I ask who popped shit, the Caravan gotta bus
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Sing it ("on that defense")
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But our bumrush is well done, not medium rare
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It's rare to see, an enemy within play
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True indeed a lot of shit, is over he say she say
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Me say, Warriors come out and play
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And I'ma tear shit up and leave it like the day, after
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And after we go around, and you hit the ground
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then you know I'm down with the Blows to the Temple
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* shout outs *
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Blows To The Temple
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| Common Sense |
