Case Closed

[Dr.Trevis like voice] Hah<br>(huh, hah, hah, hah, HAHHAH, hah)<br> Nineteen ninety-six<br>(hah, come on!) Coming with the sickedest motherfuckers<br> in the perimeter<br>(huh, whooo! nineteen) You hit em with a newwwww<br>(ninety-six, nine six) tree, dick be fly, in your ass<br>(Dick! Di-dick, check)<br><br>[Redman]<br>Yo! Amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo` pound<br>To blast all these sound men that got the po` sound<br>Yippie-yi-yay, motherfuckers here`s the show down<br>But since we`re broke now with dope sounds now here we go now<br>Check the motion while I be puffin the pot-enent<br>Blow spots and urban networks with other experts<br>Plus this thing between my ear thinks clear<br>And the only thing it fears is the man upstairs<br>So fuck your bulletproof gear<br>If I decide to get your ass you better believe it`s more than a blast<br>(boo-ya) More like rough paragraphs out Alcatraz<br>And ash, your staff, let the grime our your ass<br>Everybody`s hustling with sons toting guns<br>When Reggie Noble`s sprung we stick nuns that got funds<br>Bomb niggaz like they did in Oklahoma<br>Freez, you`re froze, Def Squad UHH, case closed<br><br>[Crossbreed #1]<br>I be the, sneaky, second dimension, creepin through your sector<br>Have nectar, leaking out you wack rhyme stressers<br>Extra deez disease leave rashes on rappers<br>Makin MC`s so feel the breeze of the Grandmaster<br>Packed with swift solid style structure<br>Simonizing MC`s with the degree of street ruckus<br>Aiyyo who got guns? I split precise, spleen splitter<br>Return my physical presence to the borough of the hard hitters<br>I devour, night sun shower, menace last hour, weak man`s last power<br>Body, the six four mind shotty<br>The one you handle, second dimension mind vandal<br>Laceratin your retina for tryin to see this<br>As I`m flowin through the prism of the X-3-D<br>See at forty belows I freak flows that burn your nose<br>When you inhale the verbal blows, case closed<br><br>Chorus: Redman, Crossbreed<br><br>Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?<br> Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?<br>Yo, don`t you know, who I am motherfucker?<br>[Redman`s the name fool]<br> That`s my nigga!<br>Why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?<br> Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?<br>Yo, don`t you know, who they are motherfucker?<br>[Crossbreed`s the crew fool]<br>They`re my niggaz!<br><br>[Verse Three: Crossbreed #2]<br>Things ain`t easy, cuz we be, strugglin day to day<br>A bunch of stressed black men with not really much to say<br>Twistin up some brown paper that we struggle just to get<br>With the deaf dumb and blind become mentally equipped<br>As I extend my pen to wreak havoc on paper<br>I execute and burn MC`s like Absolut with no chaser<br>Strong as chemical the general with rhymes<br>Past wreckin mics, I make the earth shatter like the 7th sign<br>My drama bringer bring about a new order<br>I`m sending a plague through your town like God to Sodom and Gomorrah<br>Your deacon, my vocals actions got you speechless<br>Make gangsta niggaz wanna go home and talk the cheapest<br>No man alive could bend on we, beatin on rappers literally<br>X3D beez up on the streets dimensional trilogy<br>Got no love for foes, no respect for grimy hoes<br>Nuff said, X-3-D blowin up, case closed