FeminiNITTY - Nitty Scott, MC, J.Period

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 feminiNITTY

Shout out to J. Period on the beat

Just get it

Yo, yo

Oh, you thought this was a pretty girl rap?

Nah, I boom back like nigga holack

'Cause black, it’s that mom and pop

This that Barber Shop

It’s that mix of women, ship it fuck 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

And this is not a drill

Bitch, 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

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 motherfuckin' noise (tell 'em)

Young bucks leaving marks like hickies

My shit 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

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

My braggado delicious makin' bitches 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

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