Redman, Xross-Breed - Case Closed lyrics

Hah (huh, hah, hah, hah, HAHHAH, hah)
Nineteen ninety-six
(hah, come on) Coming with
The sickedest motherfuckers in the perimeter
(huh, whooo! nineteen) You hit
Em with a newwwww
(ninety-six, nine six) tree, dick be fly
In your ass (Dick! Di-dick, check)

Amazing grace how sweet the sound
Is of the fo' pound
To blast all these sound men
That got the po' sound yippee-ki yay
Motherfuckers here's the show down
But since we're broke now with dope
Sounds now here we go now
Check the motion while I be puffin the potent
Blow spots and urban networks
With other experts
Plus this thing between my ear thinks clear
And the only thing it fears
Is the man upstairs
So fuck your bulletproof gear
If I decide to get your ass you
Better believe it's more than a blast
(boo ya) More like rough
Paragraphs out Alcatraz and ash, your staff
Let the grime our your ass
Everybody's hustling with sons toting guns
Where Reggie Noble's from we stick
Nuns that got funds
Bomb niggas like they did in Oklahoma
Freez, you're froze, Def Squad UHH
Case closed

I be the, sneaky, second dimension
Seeping through your sector have nectar
Leaking out you wack rhyme stressers
Extra deez disease leave rashes on rappers
Makin MC's so feel the
Breeze of the Grandmaster
Packed with swift solid style structure
Simonizing MC's with the degree
Of street ruckus
Aiyyo who got guns? I split precise
Spleen splitter
Return my physical presence to the
Borough of the hard hitters
I devour, night sun shower
Minutes last hour, weak man's last power
Body, the six four mind shotty
The one you handle
Second dimension mind vandal
Lacerating your retina for tryin to see this
As I'm flowin through the prism of the X-3-D
See at forty belows I freak
Flows that burn your nose
When you inhale the verbal blows, case closed

Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to
Get funky on me nigga?
(Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to
Get funky on me nigga?)
Yo, don't you know, who I am motherfucker?
Redman's the name fool (That's my nigga)
Why the fuck you tryin to
Get funky on me nigga?
(Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to
Get funky on me nigga?) yo, don't you know
Who they are motherfucker?
(Crossbreed's the crew fool) them my niggas!

Things ain't easy, cuz we be
Strugglin day to day
A bunch of stressed black men with
Not really much to say
Twistin up some brown paper that
We struggle just to get
All the deaf dumb and
Blind become mentally equipped
As I extend my pen to wreak havoc on paper
I execute and burn MC's like
Absolut with no chaser
Strong as chemical the general with props
Past wreckin mics
I make the Earth shatter like the 7th sign
My drama bring about a new aura
I'm sending a plague through your town
Like God did Sodom and Gomorrah the deepest
My vocals actions got you speechless
Make gangsta niggas wanna go home
And talk to Jesus
No man alive could figure we
Beating rappers literally
X-3-D get up on this
Three dimensional trilogy
Got no love for foes
No respect for grimy hoes
Nuff said, X-3-D blowing up, case closed