Nitty Scott - FeminiNITTY lyrics

[Intro:] Yo J, take it from the top, 1, 2 My mic sounds nice, check one My mic sounds nice, check two My mic sounds nice, check three Are you ready? Ayo, this is Nitty Scott, MC Comin' through with that femininity Shout out to J. Period on the beat Just get it [Verse 1:] Yo, yo Oh, you thought this was a pretty girl rap? Nah, I boom back like [?] holack 'Cause black, it's that mom and pop This that Barber Shop It's that mix of women, ship it [?] the cops My hip hop gon' make a hippie drop Make the city bop Til I reach the tippy top New school grief with a old school swag Bringin' old school back Homie, your school's wack [Verse 2:] And this is not a drill b**h, I know you keep it real With it lickety split it I bend it like I'm better still You ain't sick, you fake and ill Got these rappers kickin' rocks You know with the force of my muses and call it writer's block Yeah, I'm the hood Dr. Seuss I wander in my long dukes Put it in my juice [?] is not a bird like duck, duck, goose Shorty stick a boose Once I let my membrane's loose [Verse 3:] I'm droppin' word bombs Read it well Fingers dusty from the vinyl on the shelf 'Cause that drive thru music no good for my health So come and get the food and be yourself I could sit with the ladies I could post with the boys Beats I destroy, St. Croix to Illinois I did it for the people, now the people all enjoy 'Cause sound without focus just motherf**in' noise (tell 'em) [Verse 4:] Young bucks leaving marks like hickies My sh** is the jump off much like quickies (ayo, this the jump off right here, man!) Jump off [?] while I'm spittin' my tricky A freaky tongue so icky when it's [?] I'm the extraordinary ordinare Kicksnares to squares Yeah, we live from the stairs Gimme a fine beat And I cook a rhyme feast I don't need a timesheet to walk 'em down 9th Street This is charity so you ain't gotta tax it I'm a star to these types, like an asterisk 'Cause I slang with my 9-0 flame, boo boombox chain lookin' like a [?] [Verse 5:] Lames, my diddy bop go bang I take what I aim Then I claim what I gain Boo, I run games on a gang Whatchu know about pain, jigga, I eat flames? I'm tellin' all you fellas I ain't beat like a cappellas So spare me all the Cinderellas and the umbrellas Resume a Stella a good spella, best sella The papis say I'm bella and my life is a novela Whatchu know about a pocket sized emcee? Yes, emcee, not femcee Better come correct when you address me Punchline princess, God bless she New rap rookie 'bout to take home the cookie You can hear me Nitty Scott, MC, bookin' Leave them deceased when I speak my release Police is the beautiful beast of the East [Verse 6:] My braggado delicious makin' b**hes all suspicious Pause, nutritious, my mind is all malicious The flow is repetitious And my left hand vicious Now these tracks like [?], call it Go Fishes And this right here's about a Grammy, not a Emmy, ma Female raps so bad, free Remy Ma Yeah, I came to get more like Demi, ah This is my time 'Cause I'm [?] like infinity I bring this femininity Up in your viscinity How long can I go? Infinity This is an ode to the women of divinity Who came before me and spit it vividly They came politically, critically and sincerely Male dominated industry, willingly So have a slice of this whole nice pie Hip hop is I, U-N-I-T-Y [Outro:] Yo, uh Let it rock, J Yo, this is for unity Shout out to all my hip hop queens Nitty Scott, MC The boombox, volume 1 JP comin' very soon Boombox family, go get that Just the way I was raised Get 'em J. Period Feminity, yeah, uh Feminity, yeah, uh