[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

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