Nitty Scott - BET 2011 Cypher No. 5 lyrics

[Verse 1: Nitty Scott] Nitty came to spit it and kick it like Kung Fu See, I could off your whole catalog with a 1-2 Pop dumb lyrical puns with a fun crew Better step your rhyme up when I come through Droppin bombs like Saddam Who's sane? Not me The way I lose my noggin in hollin the melody The people say Church to the O.N.E So you lookin like Satan to a God MC I'm tired of these Rap shenanigans I wanna be a fan again Don't nobody want another mannequin My bars got casualties I catch em casually Word-vomit on the mic, don't touch it after me B Cos that would be unsanitary Oh Snap, it's the real life rap Halle Berry I think I'm better now I think I'm Coretta Get a Circa 9-0 Nitty Scott in the Center [Verse 2: Lecrae] You probably watchin like "Man, I never heard of him" "I'll murder him, the nerve of him rockin' with pre-premiere That's so absurd of him" Wait until he spit a couple verbs and 'em If you really want to hate Wait, he got the word with him I heard him holla Jesus the notorious No, the most glorious homie So laborious boring us with these choruses Horrible let us go it's just k**ing us Call the coroner Unimpressively floorin' us Hey this what happen when hip hop let the saints in Tailored to snatch the mic swiftly like Ye did But them awards can't follow you to the grave You livin for them whips and chains? Then you a slave Prayer don't stop time, it k**s hours They lookin for a saviour, but we k**ed ours Still he rose like Derrick, no bull You wanna meet the Lord? Come holla, I got pull [Verse 3: Soprano] (English translation) One minute, gimme a minute Right before my flow starts I wanted to say to my friends from Marseille That from now on, sky's the limit I check the beat, unfurl my lyrics with my flow and loads of gimmicks Call me Christopher, and today I came to conquer America Don't panic, I'm no terrorist Except when this is about releasing k**er verse Like bomb atomic As cold a rap as Alaska, master, I'm high like a Rasta Insane as old dirty ba*tard, brutish in bed like DSK Gimme a moment sista, let me print my style In the States with a sturdy flow The stars end up at the E. R Statistics will show I'm unbelievable like Nicki's bu*t I'm your boss from elsewhere, find yourself a job Elsewhere, you stain my neat suit, the one from psycatra I'm a boss n***a hun hallelujah! You see, I'm not from here like E.T My name is Soprano, a french guy on B.E.T [Verse 4: Estelle] So can I rap? I'm looking at this clock and this clock's steady tickin' Tryna find the words but the word's gone missin' Whatcha talkin' bout when the world's inconsistent? Cause everyone's shifting, yeah, everyone's shifting I came to America, my shoes and my dream My deal in my pocket or that's how it seemed I lived in the hood so I wasn't going back You see, I did all of that so then my struggle's in tact I've been shared a room with some rats and some bees I've been one pair of shoes where my toes would freeze You see it doesn't matter if I ain't from here The same sh**, different currency, be clear But here's the real real though We're all young and getting up Trying to be better than that bullsh** they been givin' us Got to be better than, have to be better than 90% of the bullsh** they be selling us It's hunger; got one Grammy Need like 10 more for me to really act shabby So I'mma say it loud, and I'mma say it proud Make ya say my name, say my name out loud Elle!