The Harriet Thugman 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