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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 * |
