Hidden Crate

[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