Mardi Gras At Midnight

African American with the power, just tapped in to the

cultural gin

That be swallowin our minds, whole, but yo must it

Empty ass rappers get me fueled and disgusted

Can't even kick a rhyme about yourself properly

Listen man I'll show you why you ain't toppin me

Epitome of levelheadedness

Whose concern is how I'll I come off and how that I'll

that I dress

I don't, hit you with a whole bunch of bullshit

On the microphone I keep my pros fluid

Speakin to the people in a Tongue that's Native

Not with an ego that's anti-creative

Conscious to the fact that I'm a talented lad

Make your move at a jam and feel better when sad

Hey, "Assalamu Alaikum" to them firm true believers

Hope y'all pretty good as the message receiver

Cause yo we got to take things in-to our own hands

And be aware of these dangerous, plentiful lands

That we exist within and combat and shake on

But do it over Tribe because Tribe is the bomb

We get through, especially if you got my back

The Abstract, machete cuttin down all slack

And we do it like this, rarely do we miss

Catch you in the chest with an eagle claw fist

And back you, get it two by four and she'll lack you

Tip you only find a nigga now that out raps you

Or gets at you, and insists that you do it

Cause you make it smooth and you make it like fluid

Sometimes I just be wonderin

How these cats be com-in IN

I think we need to rectify this right?

(And show these muthafuckas how we Mardi Gras)

The name's Digga and I'm on, a mission to be larger

Than them crackers that be running Time Warner (That's-

right)

I take it further, even runnin' shit in Persia

With acquisitions and merges

"You takin' me? " I might have you stressin

"Your rap styles clear, " but I'm the only danger

pressin

Rah lyrics with "UMMAH" productions

Be "phatter" than a chick that had liposuction

They wasn't ready, for that which came

T'was a slim little hunny after the fat bitch sang

I break it down like quadratic equations

You luke warm, my shit hotter than cajuns

{Blazin} Stop, you ain't even worth my while

Mama boy tryna play it like he motherless child

The whole rap industry is another evil

They play enough times then I just might believe you

Heads was still rhymin glock with clock

I was puttin shit together phatter than ten Shirley

Murdocks

Ain't nuthin but a buncha, thorns in my side like you

was acupuncture

Bust it, playin post with me? that's unruly

No matter how bougie you'll still be a mooley

It's Rah Digga from the O-U-T's

Having bullshit rappers going "Whoa it's" me

We demonstrate MC and their music

Laced with the real P-funk you must choose it

We Buck Rogers, ayo we sun you like Twiggie

Girls be like (he's jiggy), and they friends be like

(who is he?)

Mastering the mic like Jordan with the pill

Showing a nigga love cause a nigga got skills

A little sumthin sumthin, corny cats must flee

Rah Digga forms the lines with the Ab' MC

Ahhhhh...

Peace Tip, the love flows abundant

To Pace One, the underdopeless and youngin

Rappers be off on a tangent

I could flow longer than the van with

Backwards stan smith

When I go bring the noise

I sweep rappers by the "Bunch" like they Brady's boys

So change your sound 'fore I claim that crown

That's for all y'all home girls on dangerous grounds

Sometimes I just be wonderin

How these cats be com-in IN

I think we need to rectify this right?

(And show these muthafuckas how we Mardi Gras)

Yeah yeah Native Tongue's in the house (Mmm, hmm)

Yeah yeah Outsider's in the house (Outsiders in the

hosue)

Yeah the UMMAH's in the hosue (UMMAH's in the house)

Big Tribe in the house

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