Il testo della Milk crates

"i've got the feeling.. i hear the sound"
(ghostface killah)
Eh yo, i'm here to toast an mc like my name was grand puba
Run up in the large house and - throw out the ruger
Some say i'm good - others pray - the want me to fall
Battle me - come one, come all - i leave ya jaw hangin'
New york city slinger - stark nitty
I'm straight like a flat chester with some low titties
Plus my chain hangin' down to my dick
Cb hits - grand on the hits - star trek vi
Black flicks - come on..
We fuck prostitutes - tie 'em to the bed
Throw 'em in the lasso - givin' me backstage hed
Picture me in isreal sandles - gucci open-toe
Book of life - two on camay - no h2o
Bandit - i'm like moses - split the sea
Y'all split jeans - my last tape was the illy poster
Move crowds like the march of dimes - fuck this rhyme..
*musical breakdown*
"up next.."
(ghostface killah)
Walter in dr. jay's - rock the jay's
Spot niggaz with k's - son they feelin' your ways
It's like mayonaisse - old people love you - corns on their feet
Fifteen, twenty deep - you walked in, cross street
Walk under red light - sound went through crown heights
Even had 'em on bikes - they was startin' fights
New years had 'em all drunk - lazy eye milton
Found a bump - tried to buck and
Scotty snatched janet's wig off that night
Shit got hectic - barber jim fuckin' old man chef
But god shit's real as a fuck
Throw a buck on chuckle-up - thunderbird in cuffs
Skeeter with no teeth - night train lips
Beefin' with police - grade-a inch knees
Duke blew a bag with him - he got butt-naked in the 'villes
Plus he fucked a whitey in the hill..
Throw a buck on chuckle-up - thunderbird in cuffs