Tell Somebody - Nitty Scott, Mike Maven, MC

Sure

It’s a sound session;

party in my head

Could’ve been a listener, rather rap instead

Could’ve sold divisions of a contradiction

But Nitty Scott realer than non-fiction

See I bend the track over, beat it like a drum

Finger fuck the English language 'til she cum

Put the rhythm to her nipple, tickle her syllables

Juicin' up her literal 'til all the similes trickle

And dribble where the partner let her rhetoric spell

Uh, she sweatin' metaphors, guess that’s what I met her for

My shit deep, mainstream won’t peep

So I just sweep the street and tell the sheep to go to sleep

I just freak the beat and move your sneakers when I speak

I just bring the heat, it melts your speakers when it leak

Rich in the mind, ignorance so costly

So I’m dealin' 'em, killin' em, not softly

Cause I’m only two decades with a knack

For these tracks, not a Gatt, so yeah, fuck that

Non-profit in your socket, pro bono prophet

Rockets in my pocket and I know you tryna' knock it

But this music got 'em hopin' and copin' and floatin'

Strokin' and gropin' and provokin' emotions

My shit is dope and, no jokin', you open

So power to the broken when the realness is spoken

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, oh

You should tell somebody your story, before you give up all the glory

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, oh

That’s why I go and tell you now

Before you ever question how (question)

Yo

I’m MC’d up, and D’d up, knee’d up

And it’s about time that the game done re’ed up

My intellectual property, hip-hoperty, while niggas run monopoly stoppily

Take my strret cred' and set it and bet it

You could never do me, even if Simon said it

You could never keep your mind in while you’re vibin' to my lines and

Mind your rhymes man, these are hard times when

I rap like I got somethin' to prove, cause I do

This is me, and my crew:

Nitty Scott;

who are you?

This is duke, this is true;

this is what I fuckin' do

Sick shots on the loop, this is fresh from the stu' (fresh)

Day in my kicks, shit you wouldn’t be with

And you only call life a bitch cause she wouldn’t let you hit it

Got me on a stand tryna get me to admit it

But killin' all these rappers the only crime that I committed

Boombox Family

It’s just the way I was raised