Just In The Nick Of Rhyme Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[E][Em][Bm][Em][Am][C][D]
[Em]The[Bm][Em][Am][C][D]
[E]rhyme I pick [D]up trick [Bm]up and like hi[E]ccup[Am]
(Hiccup!) This is a good
[C]place for [D]a stickup
So [Em]throw your hands in the
air and say hell [E]yeah
I Can [Am]Beat Mike Tyson plus I'm [D]Fresh
er than the Prince of Bel [E]Air
And I Blossom In [Bm]color
is how I'm [E]Living see
Some pre[Am]tend to be [C]afraid of me but
they're my Public [D]Ene ma
Pic[E]ture this [D]like [Bm]a cinema,
I'm [E]winnin a con[Am]test
I knew you was a [C]loser when you
[D]bought your girl's prom dress
I'm just, another one of [E]the nigs,
take a [Am]swig
I can sing,
[C]brothers'll work it out [D]without a gig
The [Em]gold mud in my [D]blood,
I'm a stud smokin [E]blunts
Not a [Am]fuddy dud if [D]rhymes were peck[C]s,
I'd be [D]Woody Wood
They're [E]after [D]pestly hoes and that's the
hoes I sex and [E]don't collects
[Am]Rockin a [C]Rolex, prefer Wrist
Ex instead of [D]Solar Flex
But [Em]I pump [E]skill,
to build what I can build and still feel good
[Am]The baddest hoes[C] be sayin',
"Oh you're [D]real good"
Fel[Em]la a city dweller,
it's poison salmonella
Auntie's name is Stella,
[C]style as deaf as Helen Keller
Nail [E]a flamer with the H[D]am
mer for comin' incorrect
[E]Not with his gram[Am]mar or bad [C]mama jama similar,
to [D]Bruce Banner
So don't get me angry,
or maybe you won't [E]like me
Kid just [Am]in the nick I [C]kick more ass than [D]Bruce Lee's
Nike's[E]did[Bm][E][Am][C]
[D][Bm][E][Am][C]
[D][C]
Just in the [Bm]nick I kick [C]on the geek stick,
flick a Bic
Dick a [Bm]chick, Slick- er than [C]Rick
around the clock I tock to the
Tic [Bm]tac toe,
rip up my [C]rhyme my mic's my lasso
[G]Shit, [C]I got rhymes comin'
out my asshole
[Bm]I'm in a pole po[C]sition sole position
you're in no position
To be dissin' it's a, Rainbow Coalition
I'm [Bm]kissin' ass, good[C]bye,
rockaby, here's your lullaby
Like Georgie Puddin' Pie but
baby baby don't, cry
Feed [Bm]'em I heat 'em and eat 'em if I
don't [C]need 'em then I leave 'em
As leftovers, packin' the weak
M- C's into Septo[Bm]ber
Til I was older[C], I couldn't
hold a rhyme folder
Now I dare ya to try and knock this
[D]mic off my [C]shoulder
If I'm sober I won't hold a skunk,
but when I'm drunk
I might let her [Bm]bunk in my [C]bed,
heads be sayin' I'm a hunk
[Bm]Like a duck I'm slammin' ham M-
[C]C's M- C's I'm servin'
makin' the people jump like my
man Julius [C]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
[Bm]Tryin' to catch me [C]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 [Bm]when you ash I'll [C]make
an ass of you and only you see
Just in the nick I kick the
funky shit
That's why they

[Outro 1]
call me Bootsy
[Bm][C][Bm][C]
[C]