Rah Digga
The Harriet Thugman of hip hop has returned baby
C'monI be that bitch niggas wantin' in the lab
Rhymes comin', rhymes goin' like I was a dollar cab
Fingerin' the man tryin' to tap into his feelings
A misguided soul so ain't checkin' for the lyricsMany different players, only one hold the ball
Ghetto fabulous chick, go against the protocol
With the grittiest lingo, still such a little sweetheart
Book educated with a whole lotta street smartsFollow me now, as I build my fanbases
Makin' rappers worry like they got open cases
Harriet Thugman, ya'll can see shit through
Like a whole world of people wait for Episode TwoI be the rap purist, the walking hip hop thesaurus
The innovator, spawned from Libra and Taurus
Do away cats with the same ol' whack
Lead a nation up north where the real party atA place where we spray when our asses get older
No shots in the choke, no gettin' pulled over
A place where graffiti ain't considered a crime
And your favorite underrated MC's is prime timeA land good and fruitful, where lyrics free people
Black presidents, and all the weed legal
No rich or poor, we break bread and drink merry
Smoke a little Mary for the real visionaries