Nitty Scott - Monster Freestyle lyrics

[Hook] Stop it! Stop it! Nitty just stop it! Everybody know you a mothaf**in' Monster Everybody know she a damn impostor Everybody know, everybody Go! [Verse 1] I'm a lady rapper complex like origami And honestly got more to talk about than my poonani, mommy I dislike these vaginas with mic's Caught sight, they bobbin they heads like "It's alright." I put a noose to that mothergoose you ma** produce You ain't Zeus you just tipsy off that industry juice This is lies versus truth and I ain't callin' a truce So put your fingers to your lips while the lab is in use Perfectly packaged, flashier fashion Never took the time to mind the lives your rappers impacting Naw! You just attracting dollars pretty in pink Leaving me to put the pa**ion to this paper and ink Listen rook read a book it's a much better look I terminate the talent books and list the industry crooks Of this game, such a shame how you rhyme without a cause Partying in cars superficial super stars I'd rather have the college kids studying my bars Reflecting and connecting with these ghetto battle scars And I ain't disrespecting just protecting what is ours Like a new vaccine they injected in they arms I go proactive on these Hip-Hop pimples "Money over everything?"; you creatures are simple I keep the company that run as deep as my dimples Flow so irregular now watch how it ripple It's critical, you deserve an Oscar not a Grammy I make music that a Thug could bump in front of his Granny My mind is uncanny I ain't playing the a** card Cause I'm a dictionary and you more like a flash card I see you and your team always backing your trash hard But I can get it poppin in the suite or the back yard You got swag, I got soul I told Jules I'm goin in and doing damage control All these models going rapper and these rappers got dance moves But life is real over here and I ain't in a dance mood I was never to concerned with the fame I show more interest in the people I can save And you ain't resurrect sh** you just diggin up the grave I'm slavin' in the kitchen while you pop it in the microwave Cause only certain women servin lyrical hot plates I'll be the first to tell you criticism is not hate Educate the listener plan to help you see Feed em what they need not that ignorance you breed Cla**y is my creed and spittin is my knack Made in 1990 but I bring the 90's back Nitty Scott is back, say no to kiddy flows They don't listen they just love the glisten in your videos So I am just what happens when the glitz and glitter goes A rose in the Concrete Jungle that still grows This is a dedication as far as abominations go Straight devastating every station on the radio UH! I do this for the Cold Crush brothers Afrika Bambaataa and Biz Markie Grand Master Flash and Run DMC Public Enemy, Melly Mel, and Ice-T Now if someone gave you a mic to speak to the ma**es Would you talk about fat a**es and Louis V gla**es? Or would you talk about all these people that's pa**in Political a**a**in's and prisons we ga**in' n***as who load clips, hustlers who move bricks Babies with no kicks and women who get pimped Hustles with hard livin, stories of thanksgiving My story is all writen but glory was not given These s**a MC's have no use to me So stop spittin like you sittin 'in a booster seat A'ight [Hook] Stop it! Stop it! Nitty just stop it! Everybody you a mothaf**in' monster Everybody know she a damn impostor Everybody know, everybody Go!