[Intro]

Yeah, Rah Digga, Flipmode, Outsidaz

Shit tight, down to the coochie

Yeah, check it

[Verse 1]

And I say what's tight

Cause a sister write rhymes all day and all night

Dwelling South of the Hudson, New Jerusalem

In seclusion, using fake pseudonyms

Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs

With doo rags hangin from my pockets

[Me] Me, the rap bitch that goes back to paediatrics

(Early lessons) rappers like you were straight vixen

So recognize, I make a nigga eyes come alive

Off of five two fives, disguise the camouflage

I shoot a virus out of my spirals with mad priors

For takin' mad niggas titles!

Wetter than a reservoir; lurking in the bushes

Striking blows like Chesimard code-name Hasana

Warmer than a bomber, hotter than the region of Ghana

Get loot like that Trump bitch, Ivana

[Chorus]

Now, who be writin' rhymes all night?

Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight

Tight, peace to the ones that don't bite

Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight

[Verse 2]

A black queen, ya best believe my black jeans won't say Paco

I swing to the Vill' for some waffles and some beef falafel

Rap very tight liquor got me different

Dirtier than an overseas shipment of ki's

I write these tight buttas, creme de la guttas

Call me Sheik Digga

Plotting over loops like the eight figures

Baby I'm hard, represent the feminist God

What that gets blunted - watch rhymers runneth, over

See me in the camel Range Rover

Chop, and I won't stop for Jake

And keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate

Now show you the way to blow, better than I tell you

Word to my beeper and my cellular [What?] Polo curls

Digging all the rapper's shit like they go-go girls

[Chorus]

Now, who be writin' rhymes all night?

Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight

Tight, peace to the ones that don't bite

Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight

[Verse 3]

Who's the tightest, I rock with laryngitis

Gold's good for Midas, but I want the highest

So don't try me 'cause I beat a bitch, I swear

I'll leave you twisted like a thug with blonde hair, yeah

I blow up the spot like Dennis Scott

Go forward, your chance of defeating me is morbid

'Cause I get you open like the coming of the Pope

When I group shit tighter than a 3 piece suit

Peace, peace, peace to niggas I rhyme wit'

My Outsidaz correspondents be more fluid than embalmin'

We pros, I decompose any rapper to the bone

Down to they X and Y chromosome

So see my name tagged in bold or italics

Bow, bitch, cause I'll be the only one salvaged

Number one imported like Beck's

Tighter than three or more heads in a CRX

[Chorus]

Now, who be writing rhymes all night?

Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight

Tight, peace to the ones that don't bite

Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight

Now, who be writing rhymes all night?

Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight

Tight, peace to the ones that don't bite

Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight

[Outro: Rah Digga & Busta Rhymes]

Tight, tight, aight

And the plans is tight

Tight, tight, tight

Tight, tight, aight

And the plans is tight

Tight

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