Harriet Thugman The harriet tubman of hip hop has returned baby C'mon!
[verse 1] 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 aint 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 aint 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