[Intro]

Rah Digga

The Harriet Thugman of hip hop has returned baby

C'mon!

[Verse]

I be that house nigga squatting in the lab

Rhymes comin, rhymes goin like I was a dollar cab

Fingerin' the math, tryin' to tap into the spirits

Of misguided souls whoo ain't checkin for the lyrics

Many 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 smarts

Follow me now, as I build my fanbases

Makin rappers worry like they got open cases

Harriet Thugman, bout to see shit through

Like a whole world of people wait for Episode Two

I 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 at

A place where we spray when our asses get older

No shots in the throat, no gettin pulled over

A place where graffiti ain't considered a crime

And your favorirte underrated MC's is primetime

A 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