Blows to the Temple

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Common

Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Jr. (born March 13, 1972), better known by his stage name Common (formerly Common Sense), is an American rapper and actor. more »

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1992

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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 niggas 
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 niggas 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 you-A-see (what up) 
And comin' up to the right of me, WE got the you-A-see (come on) 
And in back of me, yo we got the you-A-see 
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 see 
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 
Uh, 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, f*ck the basket 
Oh, God damn child, I mean it's drastic 
You end up on a stretched 'cause I stretch you like Plastikman 
F*ck 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-Cin 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 f*ck 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 beat down 
(Uh uh ah!) 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

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