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