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