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