Nitty Scott - MTV RapFix Brooklyn lyrics

[Meech] D.T.A. I don't trust none of my homies Juice laced my spliff with PCP and never told me Pa** me a cup of bleach and send me straight off on this codeine Wash it down with O.E Now im throwed' up like O.G's My voice hold the beat down, its the anchor And my homie stay with the metal/medal like Kurt Angle Zombies blowing up like the Boston Marathon Boom! What to soon? Opposite of late bloom Dunk from the free throw since I was spewed from the womb Survival of the fittest, I ate my twin in the womb And due to Robin Givens I may never jump the broom And while you paid for p**y I was out in Paid Dues Stage diving turn to [?] diving, people to my pool You a fool if you think I ain't on the move I am it, I am new, I exude what cannot be reproduced Execute for my grimy and my destitute [Nitty Scott] Thicker than a brick Then im slicker than Rick Cryptic, keep a Bic on flick I remember playing hookie with rap rookies for corner store goodies Cop a Rita ? pucking liters ? and Adidas and hoodies Real G's I big up Ill sounds I stick up More nouns I pick up the more rounds I hiccup Ludacrics, move Im movin''with you thinkin'is moving this Well done, Peter Lugar if the route is lucrative I need more rapping and less ego Another 'I'm next' rapper, here we go I be in ? with the infested pen, effect them And no I don't invest in trends My audio get ? stuffed in an auditorium You just a pupil in my musical emporium Dimensions, I'm blessed with The flow quenches and drench all five senses I crossed the Atlantic on the strengths of my raps They ain't gotta speak the language here to faithin they claps You were sleeping on my block, taking them naps Now the boat is like a yacht and you be looking for daps But, I'm something like a famous nobody I did it on my own so I owe nobody My life for fans wristbands and hand stamps Talks about revolutionaries in band camp 5'2'' and climbing And I know that life is timing Its a culture im refining through this consequential rhyming Cause I don't want my brothers to work no more And I don't want my mother to hurt no more So I be doin' it and doin' it, and doin' it well Sitting next to Bob Marley, Fella, and John Micheal Vocabulary acrobatic scraping through the static Instrumental addict, I'm a hip-hop fanatic [Erick Arc Elliott] Spit in your face at the Pearly Gates At twenty-four n***a special like a thirty-eight The limerick that I kick if four finger ring shots I use to bust them n***as limbs up like a green spliff Defying odds No façade man my city like Oz So with this tree of weed I'm never tryna be the prize Rapper dudes half 'em use when I scribe thought Im a quiet man so if I can't stand I'll fall Rather be a failure than never mentioned at all The dimensions of the mind measure crime like yellow tape Music the ba** swap my heart for an 808 You out of shape smoking great Good God like J.R Nostrils filled with the potency I'm smoking keef Roll my windows down so you notice me Bow down my radiator hiss like my Amy Wine by now [Juice] Spittin' sh** Disfigured like ligaments Picture the making of this My hands tied Watch the smoke float by, by, by, by, by, by On the porch, newports, packs of the loud New girl packin the crowd the mac is spectacular Is you humpin or lovin' Ehh, a little something b**h you know I'm buzzin' bumpin' ? in the back of Matts trunk And drunk, and we up yet we slumpin' Zombie, fully function f** corruption, lies vivid as Jannet's titties Terroristic expirements America's full of sh** Blinded by skin color Blinded by his lover Blinded by shining lights, and you the gift of life Relax my mind 'til it's do or die Each moments a mineral Poetry's protein The verse is a vitamin Effects like codeine [Mr. Muhf**in'eXquire] Black God, no porcelain While C.E.O.'s fartin' in their offices While Latin broads be f**in' all orifices And f** laws f** all officers And f** that little money that they offer us And f** take it with them cause its all for us Cosmic thoughts n***a I'm unorthodox Cut from a different cloth like I'm an altered tux Ulterior motives in the 'Scarface' Porsche Guns ? in case they ever play us soft I'm a rapper but I'm a rapper but I'm not just rhymin' f**ing right most of my weeds got multiple in common I just 'Be' be but I don't listen to Common I don't listen to O.D.B. and I'm nothing like 'em That don't mean that I don't like 'em I knew that you would think that Cause I be rhymin' psychic And you can to, guess what the next line is... "s** my dick!" Gold teeth like I got ? no gingivitis If n***as claiming that they gods than we titans n***as talk but they hardly enlightened I done been through it all, shipwrecked with a tiger And so it is with God ? Black gloves over both my palms poppin' up like a f**ing photobomb Popping at you like im f**ing Proto Man And that's some old sh** you have to be a nerd to understand it As focused as a Don, hell been over my mission ? The United States lost the Gulf War As the world turns and lesbians bump pussies There ain't to many n***as alive that can f** with me As the world turns and these n***as s** dicks Ain't a moetherf**er breathin' that can touch this