Case Closed lyrics

Artist  : Redman 
Song : Case Closed
 


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