Текст (слова) песни: Common Sense - Just in the Nick of Rhyme

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, preferrin sex instead of Soloflex
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`re gaspin, your best bet is to take an aspirin
I bash it, crash it now you know so stop askin
Cause when you ask you 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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