Yeah, Rah Digga, Flipmode, Shit tight, down to the Yeah, it
And I say tight 'Cause a sista rhymes all day and all night Dwellin' of the Hudson, New Jerusalem In seclusion, fake pseudonyms
Mind travels a Skitzo on two tabs With doo hangin' from my pockets Me, the rap that goes back to pediatrics Early left rappers like you straight vexin'
So recognize, I make a nigga come alive Off of five two fives, disguise the I a virus out of my spirals with mad priors For mad niggaz titles
Wetter a resevoir, lurking in the bushes Striking blows Chesamar code-name 'Hasana' Warmer a bomber, hotter than the region of Ghana Get loot like that bitch, Ivana
Now, who be writin' all night Rah Digga in tha house and my plans is to the ones that don't bite Rah in the house and my plans is tight
A Black Queen, ya best believe my black jeans won't say I to the Vill' for some waffles and some beef falafel Rap tight liquor got me different than an overseas shipment of KI's
I write these Tight Buttas, creme de la guttas, me Sheik Digga over loops like the eight figures Baby I'm hard, represent the God That gets blunted, rhymers runneth, over
See me in the Range Rover Chop and I stop for Jake And keep heat by the waist for that playa hate Now, show you the way to blow, better than I you
to my beeper and my cellular, what? Polo curls Diggin' all the rapper's shit like go-go girls
Now, who be writin' all night Rah in tha house and my plans is tight Peace to the ones that bite Rah in the house and my plans is tight
Who the tightest? I rock laryngitis Gold's good for Midas, but I the highest So don't try me I be the bitch I'll leave you twisted like a thug blonde hair
I blow up the spot like Dennis Go forward, your chance of defeatin' me is 'Cuz I get you open like the comin' of the When I group shit tighter than a 3 suit
to niggaz I rhyme wit' My correspondents be more fluid than embalmin' I decompose, any rapper to the to they X and Y chromosome
So 'See My tagged in bold or Italics 'Cuz be the only one salvaged one imported like Beck's Tighter three or more heads in a CRX
Now, who be rhymes all night Rah in tha house and my plans is tight Peace to the that don't bite Rah Digga in the house and my is tight
Now, who be writin' all night Rah Digga in tha house and my is tight Peace to the ones don't bite Rah Digga in the house and my plans is
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