Tight (Remix)

<br>Intro:<br>Ah damn, Digga gone done and did a remix. What you gonna do now partner? <br>(laughs)<br><br>(Monch)<br>Yes it the selectable messages, hard,<br>Mammary glands, necklaces, breasts`es, large<br>Camrys, Lands, Lexuses<br>Executive suits, forget about the exodus<br>Consecutive beats, narrated without the negative<br>??? cracking, cause we can make it, happen<br>We`re gone quick, tell a friend &quot;ohhh shit&quot;<br>Intelligent rap fiend with relevant rhyme flow,<br>Benevolent, from beneath the sediment<br>With no speech impediment<br>Impeach the President? <br>I don`t know, I`m hesitant<br>When I step through, you know I rep the medicine<br>Perfect poetry, peddling word flows, you meddling<br>In my business? That`s when I got to jettison <br>the nigga with the big balls<br>Girls wanna maul me<br>Drop jewels like you was jewelers with cerebral palsy<br>My road dogs explode on, Flipmode flip men<br>Spit in a nigga water like, Ms. Jane Pittman.<br><br>(Rah Digga)<br>Now, who we be writing rhymes all night?<br>(Monch)<br>Pharoahe Moch in the house and my plans is tight!<br>(Rah Digga)<br>Now, who we got next on the mic?<br>Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight!<br><br>(Rah Digga)<br>A black queen <br>You best believe I stack cream for the nine-niggy-nine<br>Everytime Diggy rhyme<br>Like a thousand motherfuckers going &quot;yes yes y`all&quot;<br>Make em scramble like a stabbing up in the mess hall<br>Tighter than pumps on fat ladies<br>Flows like the liquid in the IVs stuck in crack babies<br>Preproduction, stay booming in my tenant<br>On your radio tighter than the sweats on Richard Simmons<br>Rah-D-I, going for dolo like I`m Coko<br>One the lo-lo, spending my show dough in Soho<br>Tight, lyrical pro yo, verbal style linguist<br>Like Q or the Genius, speak a little broken english<br>Get Backstreet money, tax free money<br>Clak-clak any fool try to jack me money<br>Lick proper, ain`t no other chick hotter<br>Voice alone scare your ass to death like Stigmata<br><br>(Rah Digga)<br>Now, who be writing rhymes all night?<br>Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight!<br>Who we got next on the mic?<br>(Lord Have Mercy)<br>Lord Have in the house and my plans is tight!<br><br>(Lord Have Mercy)<br>King of my castle<br>Shanghai, swinging my lasso<br>In each hood, and stay unforgiven<br>Like Eastwood<br>Quick shooter, long clip, Ruger<br>Villain in trench coats<br>Walk the evil that men spoke<br>Creep on your kin-folk<br>Invent flows that sweep the streets often<br>Stone cold like Steve Austin indeed, also<br>The all city, the raw, gritty<br>Landlord banned from TV in large cities, nigga slay a squad<br>Pray to God I`m just Rated R<br>When I pickle hearts in labeled jars<br>Spit fatal bars<br>Tally-ho, tally-ho I murder a cameo<br>Rapid fire like a callico, scatter foes<br>Trapped and dying, Federale homes, battle zones<br>Shined in alleys, chromed, East Coast to Cali homes<br>Laying down `fore them federals get me<br>Got hits while you cath bricks like I`m Reginald Deny<br><br>(Rah Digga)<br>Now, who be writing rhymes all night?<br>Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight!<br>Peace to the ones that don`t bite!<br>Lord Have in the house in the plans is tight!<br>Now, who be writing rhymes all night?<br>Pharoahe Moch in the house and the plans is tight!<br>Peace to the ones that don`t bite!<br>Flipmode in the house in the plans is tight!<br><br>(Outro)<br>That`s right ya`ll, Tight Remix. Featuring Ph-ph-ph-ph-pharoahe <br>M-m-m-m-monch, Lord Have Mercy, and the first and only female of the Flipmode <br>Squad, Rah Digga. Everytime I learn the words to a song, somebody make a <br>remix...