Harriet Thugman

Rah Digga The Harriet Thugman of hip hop has returned baby C'mon I 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 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, ya'll can 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 a*ses 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 time 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