Blows to the Temple Lyrics by Common Sense

Blows to the Temple Lyrics

    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, I'mmenslope, 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 *

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