Harriet Thugman - текст песни
Harriet Thugman
Rah digga
The harriet tubman of hip hop has returned baby
C’mon!
[verse 1]
I be that bitch niggas wantin in the lab
Rhymes cominrhymes 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 playersonly one hold the ball
Ghetto fabulous chickgo against the protocol
With the grittiest lingostill such a little sweetheart
Book educated with a whole lotta street smarts
Follow me nowas I build my fanbases
Makin rappers worry like they got open cases
Harriet thugmany’all can see shit through
Like a whole world of people wait for episode two
I be the rap puristthe walking hip hop thesaurus
The innovatorspawned 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 chokeno gettin pulled over
A place where graffiti ain’t considered a crime
And your favorirte underrated mc’s is primetime
A land good and fruitfulwhere lyrics free people
Black presidentsand all the weed legal
No rich or poorwe break bread and drink merry
Smoke a little mary for the real visionaries
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