Case Closed (Explicit)

Case Closed - Redman

Coming with the sickedest motherf**kers in the perimeter

You hit 'em with a new

Tree d**k be fly in your a*s

D**k be fly in your a*s

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 motherf**kers here's the show down

But since we're broke now with d**e 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 f**k your bulletproof gear

If I decide to get your a*s you better believe it's more than a blast

More like rough paragraphs out Alcatraz

And ash your staff let the grime our your a*s

Everybody's hustling with sons toting guns

When Reggie Noble's sprung we stick nuns that got funds

Bomb n***az like they did in Oklahoma

Freeze you're froze Def Squad uhh case closed

I be the sneaky second dimension creepin' through your sector

Have nectar leaking out you wack rhyme stresses

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 shorty

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

Aiyyo why the f**k you tryin' to get funky on me n***a

Aiyyo why the f**k you tryin' to get funky on me n***a

Yo don't you know who I am motherf**ker

Redman's the name fool that's my n***a

Why the f**k you tryin' to get funky on me n***a

Aiyyo why the f**k you tryin' to get funky on me n***a

Yo don't you know who they are motherf**ker

Crossbreed's the crew fool they're my n***az

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 Absolute 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 morrah

The deacon my vocals actions got you speechless

Make gangsta n***az 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 h*es

Nuff said X-3-D blowin' up case closed