Just in The Nick of Rhyme — текст песни (Common)





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 Im fresh-er than the prince of bel air

And I blossom, in colour is how Im living see

Some pretend to be afraid of me but theyre my public ene-ma

Picture this, like a cinema; Im winnin a contest

I knew you was a loser when you bought your girls prom dress

Im just, another one of the nigs, take a swig

I can sing, brothersll work it out without a gig

The gold mud in my blood, Im a stud smokin blunts

Not a fuddy dud if rhymes were pecks, Id be woody wood

Theyre after pestly hoes and thats the hoes I sex and dont 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 youre real good"

Fella a city dweller, its poison salmonella

Aunties 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 dont get me angry, or maybe you wont like me

Kid just in the nick I kick more ass than bruce lees nikes 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 mics my lasso

Shit, I got rhymes comin out my asshole

Im in a pole position sole position youre in no position

To be dissin its a, rainbow coalition

Im kissin ass, goodbye, rockaby, heres your lullaby

Like georgie puddin pie but baby baby dont, cry

Feed em I heat em and eat em if I dont need em then I leave em

As leftovers, packin the weak mcs into ? septober?

Til I was older, I couldnt hold a rhyme folder

Now I dare ya to try and knock this mic off my shoulder

If Im sober I wont hold a skunk, but when Im drunk

I might let her bunk in my bed, heads be sayin Im a hunk

Like a duck Im slammin ham mcs mcs Im servin

Makin the people jump like my man... julius erving!!!

Those deserving props are gonna get theirs

Grip, theres something on your lip, oh thats my dick hairs

Im 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 Ill make an ass of you and only you see

Just in the nick I kick the funky shit

Thats why they call me bootsy



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