Harriet Thugman Songtext

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, y'all 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 asses get older

No shots in the choke, no gettin pulled over

A place where graffiti ain't considered a crime

And your favorirte underrated MC's is primetime

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