Redman - Case Closed Lyrics
[dr.trevis like voice] hah(huh, hah, hah, hah, hahhah, hah)Nineteen ninety-six(hah, come on!) coming with the sickedest mother*****ersIn 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)Yo! amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo poundTo blast all these sound men that got the po soundYippie-yi-yay, mother*****ers heres the show downBut since were broke now with dope sounds now here we go nowCheck the motion while I be puffin the pot-enentBlow spots and urban networks with other expertsPlus this thing between my ear thinks clearAnd the only thing it fears is the man upstairsSo ***** your bulletproof gearIf I decide to get your ass you better believe its more than a blast(boo-ya) more like rough paragraphs out alcatrazAnd ash, your staff, let the grime our your assEverybodys hustling with sons toting gunsWhen reggie nobles sprung we stick nuns that got fundsBomb niggaz like they did in oklahomaFreez, youre froze, def squad uhh, case closed[crossbreed]I be the, sneaky, second dimension, creepin through your sectorHave nectar, leaking out you wack rhyme stressersExtra deez disease leave rashes on rappersMakin mcs so feel the breeze of the grandmasterPacked with swift solid style structureSimonizing mcs with the degree of street ruckusAiyyo who got guns? I split precise, spleen splitterReturn my physical presence to the borough of the hard hittersI devour, night sun shower, menace last hour, weak mans last powerBody, the six four mind shottyThe one you handle, second dimension mind vandalLaceratin your retina for tryin to see thisAs Im flowin through the prism of the x-3-dSee at forty belows I freak flows that burn your noseWhen you inhale the verbal blows, case closedChorus: redman, crossbreedAiyyo, why the ***** you tryin to get funky on me nigga?Aiyyo, why the ***** you tryin to get funky on me nigga?Yo, dont you know, who I am mother*****er?[redmans the name fool]Thats my nigga!Why the ***** you tryin to get funky on me nigga?Aiyyo, why the ***** you tryin to get funky on me nigga?Yo, dont you know, who they are mother*****er?[crossbreeds the crew fool]Theyre my niggaz!Verse three: da otha crossbreed mcThings aint easy, cuz we be, strugglin day to dayA bunch of stressed black men with not really much to sayTwistin up some brown paper that we struggle just to getWith the deaf dumb and blind become mentally equippedAs I extend my pen to wreak havoc on paperI execute and burn mcs like absolut with no chaserStrong as chemical the general with rhymesPast wreckin mics, I make the earth shatter like the 7th signMy drama bringer bring about a new orderIm sending a plague through your town like God to sodom and gomorrahYour deacon, my vocals actions got you speechlessMake gangsta niggaz wanna go home and talk the cheapestNo man alive could bend on we, beatin on rappers literallyX3d beez up on the streets dimensional trilogyGot no love for foes, no respect for grimy hoesNuff said, x-3-d blowin up, case closed
