Tight (Remix)

[Intro] Ah damn, Digga done gone and did a remix What you gonna do now partner? *laughing* [Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch] Yes it the selectable messages, hard Mammary glands, necklaces, breasts'es, large Camrys, Lands, Lexuses Executive suits, forget about where the exit is Consecutive beats, narrated without the negative There's no need for packin', cause we can make it, happen We're gone quick, tell a friend "ohhh shit" Intelligent rap fiend with relevant rhyme flow Benevolent, from beneath the sediment With no speech impediment Impeach the President? I don't know, I'm hesitant When I step through, you know I rep the medicine Perfect poetry, peddling word flows, you meddling In my business? That's when I got to jettison The nigga with the big balls Girls wanna maul me Drop jewels like you was jewellers with cerebral palsy My road dogs explode on, Flipmode flip men Spit in a nigga water like, Ms. Jane Pittman [Chorus: Rah Digga & Pharoahe Monch] Now, who we be writing rhymes all night? Pharoahe Monch in the house and my plans is tight! Now, who we got next on the mic? Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight! [Verse 2: Rah Digga] A black queen You best believe I stack cream for the nine-niggy-nine Everytime Diggy rhyme Like a thousand motherfuckers going, "Yes, yes, y'all" Make em scramble like a stabbing up in the mess hall Tighter than pumps on fat ladies Flows like the liquid in the IVs stuck in crack babies Preproduction, stay booming in my tenant On your radio tighter than the sweats on Richard Simmons Rah-D-I, going for dolo like I'm Coko One the lo-lo, spending my show dough in Soho Tight, lyrical pro, yo, verbal style linguist Like Q or the Genius, speak a little broken english Get Backstreet money, tax free money Clak-clak any fool try to jack me money Lick proper, ain't no other chick hotter Voice alone scare your ass to death like Stigmata [Chorus: Rah Digga & Lord Have Mercy] Now, who be writing rhymes all night? Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight! Who we got next on the mic? Lord Have in the house and my plans is tight! [Verse 3: Lord Have Mercy] King of my castle, Shanghai, swinging my lasso In each hood and stay unforgiving, like Eastwood Quick shooter, long clip, Ruger Villain in trench coats Walk the evil that men spoke Creep on your kin-folk Invent flows that sweep the streets often Stone cold like Steve Austin indeed, also The all city, the raw, gritty Landlord banned from TV in all cities, nigga slay a squad Pray to God I'm just Rated R When I pickle hearts in labelled jars Spit fatal bars, tally-ho, tally-ho I murder a cameo, rapid fire like a calico, scatter foes Trapped and dying, Federale home, battle zones Shined in alleys, chromed, East Coast to Cali homes Laying down 'fore them federals get me Got hits while you catch bricks like I'm Reginald Deny [Chorus: Rah Digga] Now, who be writing rhymes all night? Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight! Peace to the ones that don't bite! Lord Have in the house and the plans is tight! Now, who be writing rhymes all night? Pharoahe Moch in the house and the plans is tight! Peace to the ones that don't bite! Flipmode in the house in the plans is tight! [Outro] That's right y'all, "Tight Remix" Featuring Ph-Ph-Ph-Ph-Pharoahe M-M-M-M-Monch, Lord Have Mercy, and the first and only female of the Flipmode Squad, Rah Digga Every time I learn the words to a song, somebody make a remix... What is going on with all these remixes? More money, more money, more money...