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We can go, toe to toe with the to the temple
(Not)
Not the of Doom, so make room
For the Unamerican
(Who you with?)
The B-Boys, Immenslope, Twilit Tone, and then some
I don't get rid of faces

marks be lookin' hard and they be beggin' bases
They have too many and now they got courage
Sorta like Goldilocks tryin' to Pop's porridge
But I got the story
Plus the name, I got rep, dare sleep
and got, crept
An AC, DC spider went up the we mount
Now came down the Common, the Sense

And now the out
(Boom)
A blackout, failure
I ain't the King, but I got a whale of blows
Uppercuts hits and hey niggaz
'Cuz I'm weird, they me Lemonhead, but I'm a Jawbreaker
And I break a Bean, but I'm not Boston
I'm stronger, and faster, Steve Austin

keep the camera movin', I'm kinda fast
I'm from a town called, "Fresh off a ass"
And I'm about to go on like Stephanie
You be poppin' pills, tryin' to step to me
'Cuz to the of me, we got the U A C
(Whattup)

And comin' up to the of me, we got the U A C
(Come on)
And in of me, yo we got the U A C
And in front of me is a man G
(Baw)
We hit 'em

Kick it, a duck to buck, but the vic got vicked
So I picked him, he's another victim of a
He did a like Ali
(Say what?)
But he floated like a water fly and like a C
Ya see, I ain't out here, tryin' to be a
Nor am I pretendin' to be a goodie
(Word is bond)

That I got big balls
And if a player try to me, I gotta break the zone
Here to a, ooh shit, up in the sky
You watch out, I'm tellin' you why
Sense is breaking, marks down, ah, follow me now
Yo, Common is breaking, marks down
Uhh, check it, check it, it
I huff and I puff and I
(What?)

The motherfuckin' house down, I guess you didn't
skillet, where ya been?
Are you the boy in the plastic
Ooh, you in
A tisket, a tasket, you're gonna get ass kicked
You better know what's in my jacket, the basket
Oh, goddamn child, I mean drastic
You end up on a 'cuz I stretch you like Plastikman

with me
(You end up the in the casket)
You flow ass nigga, sucker duck bastard
(Yo Common, calm down, you got's to down)
This Grape tried to to me with his arms down
Lesson number one, when ready to throw
Never step up talkin', that's like to pitch, but you're balkin'
And steal first, hide the base, but you base

You can call me Pencil Petey the marks I erase
In case of emergency, it's see, that you see a doctor
You tried to Gamble, but I'm the
I knock that ass bringin' it and then slash
to play me with a skit, but now you got a gash
You character, for ya a, neck brace
Makin' ya thousand times worser than a Screwface
But they me Screwneck and I do wreck shit
So time he push up in the jam, boy, you better exit

Late in the house
U A C in the
7-D in the
R T A in the
B-Boys in the house
Dem Dere in the house
And we fuckin' blow the house down
Check it, hit 'em a

Blood clot boy, you get bucked to fuck with the
Mario, Super Brothers like Mario
the Common, sucker clucks
(What we do?)
Mission upon the loves, kisses and hugs
But then we runnin' to a scrub that to bug
out to get some what they call em stunts because we bunt
(What?)

But I don't bug, I slide her and hit her
Some be rumpy chump the chat, chat chitter
Yo, we did her but I know I'm better on it
Now you got a 100 percent beef, it's a beatdown
(Uh, uh, ahh)
Too to try to be down
your best bet, is to cover your eyes, like Dee Brown
('Cuz a bum, bum, bum, bum-rush)

And if I ask who popped shit, the gotta bus, sing it
(On defense)
But our bumrush is done, not medium rare
It's to see an enemy within play
indeed a lot of shit, is over he say, she say
Me say, warriors out and play
And tear shit up and leave it like the day after
And after we go and you hit the ground
Then you know I'm with the "Blows to the temple"