Just In The Nick Of Rhyme Lyrics - Singles - Common Sense

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