Текст песни Andre the Giant (A.G.) - Hidden Crate
Andre the Giant (A.G.) - Hidden Crate слова песни
[De Niro from Taxi Driver]All the animals come out at nightBuggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkiesSick, venalSomeday a real rain`ll come and wash all the scum off the streetsI go all over-- to the Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem, I don`t careDon`t make no difference to me[The Giant]I spit stress on tracks, givin all y`all hard timeSo live, swing through par fives with one strokeCatch you on a quiet note, without your platoonWhen you sing the same tune...I keeps the boom like sonic, my ebonics can`t be fucked withAss get hit and passed like the bag we just litTerror on tracks, word is that I`m sweet with mineShow & A`s shit is basic, more than beats and rhymesAll them honeys in the front row? Those freaks is mineAll y`all niggas that`s gung ho, can`t compete with mineLike GD, we burn em like BackdraftLet the truth hit em like Baduizm, you didn`t do the mathI hold my own like Bud Bundy with no dateGot the poor man`s attitude, the kind a rich man hateSo what`s the explanation for my schizophrenic state?At times I feel my niggas; at times I can`t relateWatch me blow spots and show cats how to rock properlyLike 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 terroristChickens ever dis, they become featherless? derelicts, certified gold medalistYou can play fly, I`m the most high like EverestLook at all these fakes, musically you imitate the CratesWon`t succeed, movin at full speed with no brakesLike jake, watch me take your entourageCan`t see I`m camouflage, besides, I`m godMad hard, like the S.A.T.Shorties, caught up in the mental, watch `em bless AGEvidently, you still don`t know because you tempt meThought you was the boss when your wack thoughts were empty? still jealous ones envyWho sent me? D.I.T.C., good n` plentyLike the doctor, smoke a Spike joint and watch ClockersGet rude like Shabba, make moves behind my BlockersThe sickness, you want the pill you better pick thisBitches can`t get this, faggots remain dicklessMathematics proves to be supremeGot no invisible means to reach my dreamsJust faith; do little with it, nothing without itReplace Show & A? I doubt it, we`re here foreverI`m brainstormin, let it hang out when I`m performinSee I have to, I`m a natural like Jordan scorinGot your brain leakin, nah better yet it`s pourinPuttin holes in your ideas, blood on your fly gearI`ve had it, raps are anti-steal like magnetsCrabs get dealt with, no method to my madness[DJ Greyboy cuts up]Look me in my eyes and tell me what you see