Представляем точный текст композиции "Hidden Crate" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста A.G. . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Hidden Crate» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую A.G. передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
A.G. - "Hidden Crate"
Lyrics to Hidden Crate : [De Niro from Taxi Driver] All the animals come out at night Buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies Sick, venal Someday a real rainll come and wash all the scum off the streets I go all over- to the Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem, I dont care Dont make no difference to me [The Giant] I spit stress on tracks, givin all yall 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 cant be fucked with Ass get hit and passed like the bag we just lit Terror on tracks, word is that Im sweet with mine Show & As shit is basic, more than beats and rhymes All them honeys in the front row' Those freaks is mine All yall niggas thats gung ho, cant compete with mine Like GD, we burn em like Backdraft Let the truth hit em like Baduizm, you didnt 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 whats the explanation for my schizophrenic state' At times I feel my niggas; at times I cant 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] Im the cleverest, top ten terrorist Chickens ever dis, they become featherless ' derelicts, certified gold medalist You can play fly, Im the most high like Everest Look at all these fakes, musically you imitate the Crates Wont succeed, movin at full speed with no brakes Like jake, watch me take your entourage Cant see Im camouflage, besides, Im god Mad hard, like the S.A.T. Shorties, caught up in the mental, watch em bless AG Evidently, you still dont 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 cant 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, were here forever Im brainstormin, let it hang out when Im performin See I have to, Im a natural like Jordan scorin Got your brain leakin, nah better yet its pourin Puttin holes in your ideas, blood on your fly gear Ive 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 [ Hidden Crate Lyrics ]
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