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 *