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[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
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