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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 new 
(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

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