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