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Lyric: Just in the nick of rhyme

  • artist: Common
  • seen: 670

The rhyme I pick up, trick up, and like hiccup
   (Hiccup!) This is a good place for a stickup
   So throw your hands in the air and say hell yeah
   I Can Beat Mike Tyson, plus I'm Fresh-er than the Prince of Bel Air
   And I Blossom, In Colour is how I'm Living see
   some pretend to be afraid of me but they're my Public Ene-ma
   Picture this, like a cinema; I'm winnin a contest
   I knew you was a loser when you bought your girl's prom dress
   I'm just, another one of the nigs, take a swig
   I can sing, brothers'll work it out without a gig
   The gold mud in my blood, I'm a stud smokin blunts
   Not a fuddy dud if rhymes were pecks, I'd be Woody Wood
   They're after pestly hoes and that's the hoes I sex and don't collects
   Rockin a Rolex, prefer Wrist Ex instead of Solar Flex
   but I pump skill, to build what I can build and still feel good
   The baddest hoes be sayin, "Oooh you're real good"
   Fella a city dweller, it's poison salmonella
   Auntie's name is Stella, style as def/deaf as Helen Keller
   Nail a flammer with the Hammer for comin incorrect
   not with his grammar or bad mamma jama similar, to Bruce Banner
   So don't get me angry, or maybe you won't like me
   Kid just in the nick I kick more ass than Bruce Lee's Nike's did
  
   Just in the nick I kick on the geek stick, flick a Bic
   Dick a chick, Slick-er than Rick around the clock I tock to the
   tic tac toe, rip up my rhyme my mic's my lasso
   Shit, I got rhymes comin out my asshole
   I'm in a pole position sole position you're in no position
   to be dissin it's a, Rainbow Coalition
   I'm kissin ass, goodbye, rockaby, here's your lullaby
   like Georgie Puddin Pie but baby baby don't, cry
   Feed em I heat em and eat em if I don't need em then I leave em
   as leftovers, packin the weak MC's into ?septober?
   Til I was older, I couldn't hold a rhyme folder
   Now I dare ya to try and knock this mic off my shoulder
   If I'm sober I won't hold a skunk, but when I'm drunk
   I might let her bunk in my bed, heads be sayin I'm a hunk
   Like a duck I'm slammin ham MC's MC's I'm servin
   Makin the people jump like my man... Julius Erving!!!
   Those deserving props are gonna get theirs
   Grip, there's something on your lip, oh that's my dick hairs
   I'm the biggedy biggedy Bear ya scrub Cub with a demo tape
   Tryin to catch me catch your breath before you hyperventilate
   for air you gots it, your best bet is to take an aspirin
   I bash it, crash it now you know so stop askin
   Cause when you ash I'll make an ass of you and only you see
   Just in the nick I kick the funky shit
   that's why they call me Bootsy

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