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