| I’m Greg Nice
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| And I am MC Smooth B
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| Together we are Nice & Smooth with Pure Blend harmony
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| And just in case you’ve wondered where we roamed
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| We’ll say that we’re sorry for keeping you waiting so long
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| Now countries at war, little kids cry rape
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| Some are lyin, dyin, cryin, pullin on my cape
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| Massive meltdown, bring the red tape
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| Back up victims who caught the vapes
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| New lp, time to make papes
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| Get the album, the single, cd and tapes
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| Stylin, profilin, smilin, buck wildin
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| As the dough keeps on pilin
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| Somebody’s knockin at my do'
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| (Who is it?) Somebody’s ringin my bell
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| (Should I let em in?) Oh, what the hell
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| Flippin my wig like I never did before
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| Got my rhymes than the mighty Thor
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| Peace, arrivederci, I’m out the door
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Make it rain, mutha
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| I’m Smooth B, I’m at the top of the pile
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| Rap and sing, cause I’m versatile
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| Give me an inch, damn right, I’ll take a mile
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| Cause I keep funky fresh routines on file
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| There’s a lot of MC’s out there that show and don’t prove
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| Runnin round town, talkin bout they’re smooth
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| They’re smooth operators, Smooth imitators
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| But only one Smooth B, the smooth originator
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| Smooth connaisseur, there’s no one truer
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| Select a rhyme, and you’ll find that few are
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| Able to match my professional blend
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| With Greg Nice by my side I continue to ascend
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| Movin on up through the lyrical light
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| I’m like the Alpha Omega, my rhymes will excite
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| Bust what I’m sayin, cause I’ll always exist
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| And the girl that I select will be an emperess
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| Now I scooped this high heel, sweet as a shroodle
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| Found out she liked to eat noodles
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| For her birthday I bought her a french poodle
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| Now — get down, get down
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| It’s a Friday night, let’s paint the town
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| Tim Snake on the funky drum sound
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| Can I tic-toc, ah-ha, toc-tic?
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| No other than my man Slick Nick is on the mix
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| 25 lashes, 35 licks
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| As I pose in a mackadocious stand
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| Maybe one day I might have a band
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| It ain’t gonna rain no more no more
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| It ain’t gonna rain no more
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| Comin this summer, catch us out on tour
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| I wanna see you (girl next door)
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| I got more rhymes in store
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| Watch my hand as I slam the door
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| Smooth B, I’m like a lotus flower, with great power
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| And all invadin perpetrators I must devour
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| Excelling to a level in time, not like a vagabond
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| Not like a rattling snake, I’m not from Babylon
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| Much like a prince on a throne, within a state of my own
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| I’m not a kid, I’m grown
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| Righteously leading a path, my wisdom’s shown
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| Phone calls I’ll accept, Smooth, I keep a positive rep
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| Call me the Tap Dance Man, I never stutter or step
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| And wrong doing’s my mission, it’s just influencing you
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| To benefit, cause I’m legit — and I can’t quit
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| Conversed with prophets on how we must receive our blessings
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| Studying hard every night, I have reviewed my lessons
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| And now I’m ready and strong, I’m movin right, not wrong
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| I’m battling back and forth, like a game of ping-pong
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| Prevailing victoriously, I must continue to strive
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| Focussing on destinies to keep my spirit alive |