Blows To The Temple Lyrics - Singles - Common Sense

Check it 

We can go toe to toe with the blows to the temple (NOT) 

Not the Temple of Doom so make room 

for the Unamerican Caravan (who you down with?) 

The B Boys Immenslope Twilite Tone Derrick and then some 

I don't get rid of some faces 

while marks be lookin hard and they be beggin bases 

They have too many cases and now they got courage 

Sorta like Goldilocks tryin to take Pop's porridge 

But I got, the story straight 

Plus the name, I got rep, don't dare sleep 

Slept and got, crept 

An AC/DC spider went up the wall we mount 

Now came down the Common the Common Sense, and now the spider out 

(BOOM) A blackout, power failure 

I ain't the Burger King, but I got a whale of blows 

uppercuts jabs hits and hey niggaz 

Cause I'm weird they call me Lemonhead, but I'm a Jawbreaker 

and I break a Bean, but I'm not from Boston 

I'm stronger, and faster, than Steve Austin 

Common'll keep the camera movin -- I'm kinda fast! 

I'm from a town called FRESH OFF A NIGGAZ ASS 

And I'm about to go on like Stephanie Mills 

YOU MUST be poppin pills, tryin to step to me 

Cause to the left of me, WE got the U-A-C (whattup) 

And comin up to the right of me, WE got the U-A-C (come on) 

And in back of me, yo WE got the U-A-C 

And in front of me (BAW!) is a dead man G! 

We hit em hard! 

.. 

Kick it 

A duck tried to buck, but the vic got vicked 

so I picked him, he's another victim of a circumstance 

He did a dance like Ali (SAY WHAT?) 

But he floated like a waterfly and stung like a C 

Ya see, I ain't out here, tryin to be a bully 

Nor am I pretendin to be a two-shoes goodie 

(WORD IS BOND) that I got big balls homes 

And if a player try to press me, I gotta break the zone 

Here to stage a, OOH SHIT, up in the sky 

You better watch out, I'm tellin you why 

Common Sense is breaking, marks down, ah-follow-me-now 

Yo Common Sense is breaking, marks down 

Uhh, check it, check it, check it 

I huff and I puff and I blow (WHAT?) 

the motherfuckin house down, I guess you didn't know! 

Homeskillet, WHERE YA BEEN? Are you the boy in the plastic bubble? 

Ooh you in trouble! 

A tisket a tasket, you're gonna get your ass kicked 

You better know what's in my jacket, fuck the basket 

Oh, God damn CHILD, I mean it's drastic 

You end up on a stretched cause I stretch you like Plastikman 

Fuck with me ("you end up the in the cas-ket") 

You flow ass pussy nigga, sucker duck bastard 

(Yo Common calm down, you gots to calm down!) 

This Grape tried to step to me, with his arms down 

Lesson number one - when you're ready to throw 

never step up talkin - that's like tryin to pitch, but you're balkin 

And I'ma steal first, hide the base, but you base 

You can call me Pencil Petey cause the marks I ERASE 

In case of emergency, it's urgent see, that you see a doctor 

You tried to Gamble, but I'm the Proctor 

I knock that ass, bringin it down and then slash 

Tried to play me with a skit, but now you got a gash 

you character, for ya inherit a, neck brace 

Makin ya thousand deaths times worser than a Screwface 

But they call me Screwneck and I do wreck shit 

So next time he push up in the jam, BOY YOU BETTER EXIT 

Late Show in the house 

U-A-C in the house 

7-D in the house 

R-T-A in the house 

True B-Boys in the house 

Dem Dere Dyslexics in the house 

And we gonna fuckin blow the house down 

Check it, hit em with a 

Blood clot boy, you get bucked, tryin to fuck with the 

Mario, Super Super Brothers like Mario 

Here the Common, sucker clucks (what we do?) 

Mission upon the loves, gettin kisses, and hugs 

but then we runnin to a scrub that tried to bug 

He's out to get some what they call em stunts because we bunt 

(WHAT?) But I don't bug, I just slide her, and hit her 

Some be rumpy chump, with the chat chat chitter 

Yo we did her but I betcha know I'm better on it 

Now you got a 100 percent beef, it's just a beatdown 

(UH UH AHH!) Too late to try to be down 

Brother your best bet, is to cover your eyes, like Dee Brown 

(Cause it's a bum bum bum, bum-rush) 

And if I ask who popped shit, the Caravan gotta bus 

Sing it ("on that defense") 

But our bumrush is well done, not medium rare 

It's rare to see, an enemy within play 

True indeed a lot of shit, is over he say she say 

Me say, Warriors come out and play 

And I'ma tear shit up and leave it like the day, after 

And after we go around, and you hit the ground 

then you know I'm down with the Blows to the Temple 

* shout outs *