Lyrics Just In the Nick of Rhyme - 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
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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