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    Hidden Crates

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    [A.G.]
    I spit stress on tracks, givin all a yall 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 cant be fucked with
    ass get hit and passed like the bag we just slit
    terror on tracks, word is that Im 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 thats gunbold cant compete with mine
    like JD, we burn em like back draft
    let the truth hit em, like ba buddhism
    you didnt do the math
    I hold my own like Bud Bundy with no date
    got the torn mens attitude that kind of rich men hate
    so whats the explanation from a skits a friend estate
    and times I fear my niggas at times I cant 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
    Im the cleverest, top ten terrorist
    chickens ever diss, they become featherless
    hate derelicts, certified gold metalist
    you can play fly cause Im the most high like Everest
    look at all these fakes, musically you imitate the crates
    wont succeed moving at full speed with no breaks
    like Jake, watch me take your entourage
    cant see me, Im camouflaged, and besides, Im God
    mad hard, like the S.A.T., ve shorties
    caught up in the mental, watch her bless A.G.
    evidently, you still dont know, because you tempt me
    thought you was the boss when your wack thoughts were empty
    not Fat Joey Crack, but still Jealous Ones 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, youd better pick this
    bitches cant 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
    were here forever, brainstorming
    let it hang out when our performing
    see I have to, Im a natural
    like Jar [?]
    got your brain leaking
    nah Im better yet this pourage
    puttin hoes in your ideas
    blood on your fly gear
    Ive had it, raps a anti stealing magnets
    craps get dealt with, no method took my methods
    [Chorus]
    [ Hidden Crates Lyrics ]
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