Case Closed Lyrics

Case Closed lyrics

featuring Crossbreed

[Dr.Trevis like voice] 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)

Yo! Amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo' pound
To
blast all these sound men that got the po' sound
Yippie-yi-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
pot-enent
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
When Reggie Noble's sprung we stick nuns that
got funds
Bomb niggaz like they did in Oklahoma
Freez, you're froze, Def
Squad UHH, case closed

[Crossbreed]
I be the, sneaky, second
dimension, creepin 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, menace last hour,
weak man's last power
Body, the six four mind shotty
The one you handle,
second dimension mind vandal
Laceratin 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

Chorus: Redman, Crossbreed

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]
They're
my niggaz!

Verse Three: da otha Crossbreed MC

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
With 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 rhymes
Past wreckin mics, I
make the earth shatter like the 7th sign
My drama bringer bring about a new
order
I'm sending a plague through your town like God to Sodom and
Gomorrah
Your deacon, my vocals actions got you speechless
Make gangsta
niggaz wanna go home and talk the cheapest
No man alive could bend on we,
beatin on rappers literally
X3D beez up on the streets dimensional
trilogy
Got no love for foes, no respect for grimy hoes
Nuff said, X-3-D
blowin up, case closed