Testo di Harriet Thugman

Rah Digga (what? What?) The Harriet Tubman 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 the spirit A misguided soul, so ain't checkin fo' the lyrics Got many different players, only one hold the ball Ghetto-fabulous chick go against the protocol With the grittiest lingo, still such the little sweetheart Book-educated wit' a whole lot o' street smarts Follow me now, as I build my fanbases Makin' rappers worry, like they got open cases Harriet Thugman, y'all can see shit through Like a whole world o' people waitin' fo' episode two I be the rap purist, the walking hip-hop thesaurus The innovata', 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 choke, no gettin' pulled-over A place where graffiti ain't considered a crime And yo' favorite underrated MCs 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 mari' for the real visionaries