Hidden Crate lyrics

[A.G.]

I spit stress on tracks, givin` all a y`all hard time

so alive, swing to par fights

with one stroke catch you on a quiet note

without you pertune when you sing the same tune

I keeps the boom like sonic

my hibonics can`t be fucked with

ass get hit and passed like the bag we just slit

terror on tracks, word is that I`m sweet with mine

Show & A shit is basic more than be two rhymes

all them honeys in the fronroll those freaks is mine

all ya niggas that`s gunbold can`t compete with mine

like JD, we burn `em like back draft

let the truth hit `em, like ba buddhism

you didn`t do the math

I hold my own like Bud Bundy with no date

got the torn men`s attitude that kind of rich men hate

so what`s the explanation from a skits a friend estate

and times I fear my niggas at times I can`t relate

watch me blow spots and show cats how to rock

properly like goddi(?)and that nigga I gotta be



[Chorus]

(Show scratches; look me in my eyes and tell me what you see)



[A.G.]

Top ten terrorist, check it out

I`m the cleverest, top ten terrorist

chickens ever diss, they become featherless

hate derelicts, certified gold metalist

you can play fly cause I`m the most high like Everest

look at all these fakes, musically you imitate the crates

won`t succeed moving at full speed with no breaks

like Jake, watch me take your entourage

can`t see me, I`m camouflaged, and besides, I`m God

mad hard, like the S.A.T., `ve shorties

caught up in the mental, watch her bless A.G.

evidently, you still don`t know, because you tempt me

thought you was the boss when your wack thoughts were empty

not Fat Joey Crack, but still Jealous One`s Envy

who sent me? D.I.T.C., good and 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 pure, you`d better pick this

bitches can`t get this, faggots remain dickless

mathematics used to be supreme

got no invisible means to reach my dreams, just faith

do little with it, nothing without it

the placed Show & A I doubt it

we`re here forever, brainstorming

let it hang out when our performing

see I have to, I`m a natural

like Jar (?)

got your brain leaking

nah I`m better yet this pourage

puttin` hoes in your ideas

blood on your fly gear

I`ve had it, rap`s a anti stealing magnets

craps get dealt with, no method took my methods



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