Just In The Nick Lyrics

song lyrics Just In The Nick Of Rhyme lyrics 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, &quotOooh 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 song lyrics