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Rah DiggaThe Harriet Tubman of hip hop has returned babyc'mon![Verse 1]I be that bitch niggas wantin in the labRhymes comin, rhymes goin like I was a dollar cabFingerin the man tryin to tap into his feelingsA misguided soul so ain't checkin for the lyricsMany different players, only one hold the ballGhetto fabulous chick, go against the protocolWith the grittiest lingo, still such a little sweetheartBook educated with a whole lotta street smartsSongtexteFollow me now, as I build my fanbasesMakin rappers worry like they got open casesHarriet Thugman, y'all can see shit throughLike a whole world of people wait for Episode TwoI be the rap purist, the walking hip hop thesaurusThe innovator, spawned from Libra and TaurusDo away cats with the same ol' whackLead a nation up north where the real party atA place where we spray when our asses get olderNo shots in the choke, no gettin pulled overA place where graffiti ain't considered a crimeAnd your favorirte underrated MC's is primetimeA land good and fruitful, where lyrics free peopleBlack presidents, and all the weed legalNo rich or poor, we break bread and drink merrySmoke a little Mary for the real visionaries Aus Songtexte Mania