SHOW & A.G. - Hidden Crates lyrics

rate me

[A.G.] Verse 1

I spit stress on tracks, givin' all a 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 harmonics 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 shit is basic more than beats n rhymes

all them honeys in the front row 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 badduism

you didn't do the math

I hold my own like Bud Bundy with no date

got the poor mans 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 that head nigga I gotta be

[Chorus]

[Show scratches; look me in my eyes and tell me what you see]

Top ten terrorist, check it out

[A.G.] Verse 2

I'm the cleverest, top ten terrorist

chickens ever diss, they become featherless

hate *the* derelicts, certified gold medallist

you can play fly 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, besides, I'm God

mad hard, like the S.A.T.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, 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 supposed to be supreme

got no invisible means to reach my dreams, just faith

do little with it, nothing without it

replaced Show & A I doubt it

we're here forever, am brainstorming

let it hang out when am performing

see I have to, I'm a natural

like Jordan Scoring

got your brain leaking

nah better yet its pouring

puttin holes in your ideas

blood on your fly gear

I've had it, rap's a anti-steel like magnets

crabs get dealt with, no method to my madness

[Chorus]

Thanks to Big G for these lyrics