Dope On A Rope

Look, stare, you can scope

Because Nice & Smooth is like dope on a rope

Yo, Nice & Smooth is like dope on a rope

A cyclops, has one eyeball

Hello Dolly like how'd you fall

I can riff cause my name's not Biff

I'll drink a Heineken (well I'll smoke a spliff)

Yo I caught a ci-zzab, paid the ti-zzab

Jump, (?) a boot to bi-zzack

Ooh man damn dag forgot my doo rag

Like Popeye need spinach to beat up the sea hag

My name is Greg Nice, I got gusto

I got a little booty and she better no be no ho

On the mic I'll never diss

But if I diss you know what you can kiss

Kiss me, yo, I'm not a star baby

I eat beef baby, not caviar

No chaffeur and no Benz car

Down with Nice & Smooth and I'm gonna go far

Look, stare, you can scope

Because Nice & Smooth is like dope on a rope

Lookin out beyond a level of sight and sound

To wear a crown might be profound

But pound for pound I must astound you

Or leave a stain inside your membrane

I want to reign, supreme like a Powerlord

And use my brain and a pen, like a shield and a sword

Since my mind conceive this, why not believe it

My hands receive it, and therefore I must achieve it

Then I have no other alternative

Than to show the party people just how I live

See I emerged from a level called brown

And like an atom radiates, I develop from the elements

Then I saw a vision of greatness

So I proceeded to follow a path, where only warriors go

I found the glow, I learned to know to go with the flow

I've grown, but must continue to grow

I'm like the sun, or should I say the North Star

A black pearl, or maybe I'm a quasar

I'm bright as hell, sometimes it even scares me

How in the world could one MC, be so deep?

I don't creep, like a frog I leap

And I, reap what I sew and sew what I reap

My lyrics seep into your soul and gain control

This is a fact not rigamarole

I'm icy cold but warm like a mink stole

See I've been writin' rhymes, since I was pre-natal

I have a lust and hunger for stage, my attraction is fatal

If I was to categorize me

I'd be a bigger surprise than human eyes could see

Look, stare, you can scope

Because Nice & Smooth is like dope on a rope

Yo, Nice & Smooth is like dope on a rope

Yo, Nice & Smooth is like dope on a rope

Teddy Ted, the late night rocker

Gets a little tipsy when he drinks a little vodka

But his hands stay steady on the wheels of steel

You duck DJ's y'all know the deal