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 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