A.G. - Hidden Crate lyrics
[De Niro from Taxi Driver]
All the animals come out at night
Buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies
Sick, venal
Someday a real rain'll come and wash all the scum off the streets
I go all over- to the Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem, I don't care
Don't make no difference to me
[The Giant]
I spit stress on tracks, givin all y'all hard time
So live, swing through par fives with one stroke
Catch you on a quiet note, without your platoon
When you sing the same tune...
I keeps the boom like sonic, my ebonics can't be fucked with
Ass get hit and passed like the bag we just lit
Terror on tracks, word is that I'm sweet with mine
Show & A's shit is basic, more than beats and rhymes
All them honeys in the front row? Those freaks is mine
All y'all niggas that's gung ho, can't compete with mine
Like GD, we burn em like Backdraft
Let the truth hit em like Baduizm, you didn't do the math
I hold my own like Bud Bundy with no date
Got the poor man's attitude, the kind a rich man hate
So what's the explanation for my schizophrenic state?
At times I feel my niggas; at times I can't relate
Watch me blow spots and show cats how to rock properly
Like Gotti, the head nigga I gotta be
[DJ Greyboy cuts up]
Look me in my eyes and tell me what you see
[The Giant]
I'm the cleverest, top ten terrorist
Chickens ever dis, they become featherless
? derelicts, certified gold medalist
You can play fly, I'm the most high like Everest
Look at all these fakes, musically you imitate the Crates
Won't succeed, movin at full speed with no brakes
Like jake, watch me take your entourage
Can't see I'm camouflage, besides, I'm god
Mad hard, like the S.A.T.
Shorties, caught up in the mental, watch 'em bless AG
Evidently, you still don't know because you tempt me
Thought you was the boss when your wack thoughts were empty
? still jealous ones envy
Who sent me? D.I.T.C., good n' plenty
Like the doctor, smoke a Spike joint and watch Clockers
Get rude like Shabba, make moves behind my Blockers
The sickness, you want the pill you better pick this
Bitches can't get this, faggots remain dickless
Mathematics proves to be supreme
Got no invisible means to reach my dreams
Just faith; do little with it, nothing without it
Replace Show & A? I doubt it, we're here forever
I'm brainstormin, let it hang out when I'm performin
See I have to, I'm a natural like Jordan scorin
Got your brain leakin, nah better yet it's pourin
Puttin holes in your ideas, blood on your fly gear
I've had it, raps are anti-steal like magnets
Crabs get dealt with, no method to my madness
[DJ Greyboy cuts up]
Look me in my eyes and tell me what you see
