Be OK - Bahamadia, Rah Digga

Mediocre rappers gettin all this play

While the underground rappers stay around the way

Even up and coming heads gettin lead astray

But us female rappers gon' be OK

Yo, this is the orifice to mythical mindstate

I’m pure as opposed to the fakes y’all makin legends of

It’s ridiculous, showin wack niggas and chickens love

Cause they playin in rotation and constantly gets buzz

But it’s aight though, majority rule for this hype so

I play the background until it’s my turn to blow

Never jeal', record it like I see it cause my vision swirl

Minus the weave and nails you gettin rawness from Illadelph

Uhh, I bounce the Reebok’s, and smoke Hawaiian cheebas

With the ese’s, with Pepe’s, and the mida’s, with Fila’s

And come back to lay the vocals

Milky like Total, tighter than Krunch’s

I showstop they homegrown like contraceptive sponges

With cutthroat raps, plus I’m fuckin with the SP-1200's

And 950's, when C-Low's fuckin with me

Loop kick snare link it up with the semi

I set warfare like when the doctor yell «Clear!»

Hits below the belt but no bitin on the ear

I’m worser than a Colt boy with punchlines trife

Battle 40 MC’s and make em take they own life

Now what’s this talk about a marketing scheme?

Nigga please, I crush all MC’s ?sardi deez?

Dead or as they take em, you faker than Muslims eatin bacon

Or growin' some dreads, now you Jamaican (bwoy)

My thoughts lose you, in the logic that they glue to

Diverse channels they move through when I will spit influential

Workin on your mental sort of like sermons at holy temples

Neotepic and nimble when deeper than baby dimples

Style the vulture, I laced it so you could observe closely

These opuses unfolding insuring the heads quote me

Off the top of written each time I finesse it I be shittin skill

Infinite, bask in the eloquence internet

You know the repoitoire, ghetto platinum rap star

Sixteen bars of inspiration from Allah rightfully God

And these Goddess poetics, reflectin off geocentric

720 essence promoted to Earth lesson

I shine like flourescent whenever I’m blessin it

Fuckin with these independents now and lovin it

Yeah, cataclysmic, Rah Digga be the rhythmic

Cutie who can shit raps, like government get kickbacks

Hit em overseas with the hellified remix

Cause everything I hustle, like Blaj and Jay-Z shit

I want my videos filmed on location

Blow up the station if I ain’t in rotation (yeah)

Knee deep in patients, on a cowboy ranch

Now I found a new branch, Golden Girl like Blanche

Out to take niggas bank, make em walk the plank

Spot’s yanked when I make it Big like Tom Hanks

Fuck East, fuck West, I’m comin from up North

Baby tryin to see Glory like the 54th

And I, even set it on all y’all she-rappers

Get out of line I make you look like Wee Papa, Girls

My MC skills are for building

Ship a million, shit square like Sicilian

Motion 360 nor-mal

Chick pals, Lord Chief Kamange, X2

Nine-eight, Rah Digga, Bahamadia