| Check it 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 dont 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 pops porridge
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| But I got, the story straight
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| Plus the name, I got rep, dont 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 aint 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 Im weird they call me lemonhead, but Im a jawbreaker
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| And I break a bean, but Im not from boston
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| Im stronger, and faster, than steve austin
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| Commonll keep the camera movin -- Im kinda fast!
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| Im from a town called fresh off a niggaz ass
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| And Im about to go on like stephanie mills
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| You must be poppin pills, tryin to step to me 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 A duck tried to buck, but the vic got vicked
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| So I picked him, hes 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 Ya see, I aint 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, Im 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 I huff and I puff and I blow (what?)
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| The motherfuckin house down, I guess you didnt 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, youre gonna get your ass kicked
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| You better know whats in my jacket, fuck the basket
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| Oh, God damn child, I mean its 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 youre ready to throw
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| Never step up talkin — thats like tryin to pitch, but youre balkin
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| And ima 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, its urgent see, that you see a doctor
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| You tried to gamble, but Im 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 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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| Hes out to get some what they call em stunts because we bunt
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| (what?) but I dont 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 Im better on it Now you got a 100 percent beef, its 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 its 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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| Its 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 ima 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 Im down with the blows to the temple |