Hidden Crates

[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
 [Chorus]