[Verse 1: Nitty Scott, MC]
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
You better step your rhyme up when I come through
Droppin' bombs like Saddam who’s sane (Hussein) not me
The way I lose my noggin and hog on this melody
The people say Church to the O-N-E
So you looking like Satan to a God MC
I'm tired of these rap shenanigans I wanna be a fan again don't nobody wanna love the mannequin
My bars got casualties, I catch em casually
Word vomit on the mic don't touch it after me , B
Cause that would be unsanitary , oh snap its the real life rap Halle Berry
I think im better now I think im Coretta
Get a serve of 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-Premier that's so absurd of him
Wait until he spit a couple verbs and them
If you really wanna hate wait, he got the Word with him
I heard em holla "Jesus the Notorious" no
The most glorious homie
So LABORIOUS, boring us with these choruses
Horrible at it's core it's just killin' us
Call the coroner, unimpressive ain't floorin' us
Hey this what happen when hip-hop let the saints in
Taylor'd the snatch the mic swiftly like Ye did
But them awards can't follow you to the grave
You living for them whips and chains then you a slave
Uh, prayer don't stop time it kills hours
They looking for a savior but we killed ours
Still he Rose like Derrick, no bull
You wanna meet the Lord ? come holla I got pull
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
You better step your rhyme up when I come through
Droppin' bombs like Saddam who’s sane (Hussein) not me
The way I lose my noggin and hog on this melody
The people say Church to the O-N-E
So you looking like Satan to a God MC
I'm tired of these rap shenanigans I wanna be a fan again don't nobody wanna love the mannequin
My bars got casualties, I catch em casually
Word vomit on the mic don't touch it after me , B
Cause that would be unsanitary , oh snap its the real life rap Halle Berry
I think im better now I think im Coretta
Get a serve of 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-Premier that's so absurd of him
Wait until he spit a couple verbs and them
If you really wanna hate wait, he got the Word with him
I heard em holla "Jesus the Notorious" no
The most glorious homie
So LABORIOUS, boring us with these choruses
Horrible at it's core it's just killin' us
Call the coroner, unimpressive ain't floorin' us
Hey this what happen when hip-hop let the saints in
Taylor'd the snatch the mic swiftly like Ye did
But them awards can't follow you to the grave
You living for them whips and chains then you a slave
Uh, prayer don't stop time it kills hours
They looking for a savior but we killed ours
Still he Rose like Derrick, no bull
You wanna meet the Lord ? come holla I got pull
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