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I split precise, spleen splitter\nReturn my physical presence to the borough of the hard hitters\nI devour, night sun shower, minutes last hour, weak man's last power\nBody, the six four mind shotty\nThe one you handle, second dimension mind vandal\nLacerating your retina for tryin to see this\nAs I'm flowin through the prism of the X-3-D\nSee at forty belows I freak flows that burn your nose\nWhen you inhale the verbal blows, case closed\nAiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?\n(Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?)\nYo, don't you know, who I am motherfucker?\nRedman's the name fool\n(That's my nigga!)\nWhy the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?\n(Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?)\nYo, don't you know, who they are motherfucker?\n(Crossbreed's the crew fool)\nThem my niggas!\nThings ain't easy, cuz we be, strugglin day to day\nA bunch of stressed black men with not really much to say\nTwistin up some brown paper that we struggle just to get\nAll the deaf dumb and blind become mentally equipped\nAs I extend my pen to wreak havoc on paper\nI execute and burn MC's like Absolut with no chaser\nStrong as chemical the general with props\nPast wreckin mics, I make the Earth shatter like the 7th sign\nMy drama bring about a new aura\nI'm sending a plague through your town like God did Sodom and Gomorrah\nThe deepest, my vocals actions got you speechless\nMake gangsta niggas wanna go home and talk to Jesus\nNo man alive could figure we, beating rappers literally\nX-3-D get up on this three dimensional trilogy\nGot no love for foes, no respect for grimy hoes\nNuff said, X-3-D blowing up, case closed","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.56] Amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo' pound\n[00:23.33] To blast all these sound men that got the po' sound\n[00:26.12] Yippee-ki-yay, motherfuckers here's the show down\n[00:28.87] But since we're broke now with dope sounds now here we go now\n[00:31.45] Check the motion while I be puffin the potent\n[00:33.89] Blow spots and urban networks with other experts\n[00:36.62] Plus this thing between my ear thinks clear\n[00:39.14] And the only thing it fears is the man upstairs\n[00:41.84] So fuck your bulletproof gear\n[00:43.50] If I decide to get your ass you better believe it's more than a blast\n[00:47.13] (boo-ya) More like rough paragraphs out Alcatraz\n[00:49.67] And ash, your staff, let the grime our your ass\n[00:52.47] Everybody's hustling with sons toting guns\n[00:55.04] Where Reggie Noble's from we stick nuns that got funds\n[00:57.78] Bomb niggas like they did in Oklahoma\n[01:00.20] Freez, you're froze, Def Squad UHH, case closed\n[01:03.08] I be the, sneaky, second dimension, seeping through your sector\n[01:05.72] Have nectar, leaking out you wack rhyme stressers\n[01:08.33] Extra deez disease leave rashes on rappers\n[01:11.09] Makin MC's so feel the breeze of the Grandmaster\n[01:13.88] Packed with swift solid style structure\n[01:16.38] Simonizing MC's with the degree of street ruckus\n[01:19.02] Aiyyo who got guns? I split precise, spleen splitter\n[01:21.51] Return my physical presence to the borough of the hard hitters\n[01:24.45] I devour, night sun shower, minutes last hour, weak man's last power\n[01:29.95] Body, the six four mind shotty\n[01:32.22] The one you handle, second dimension mind vandal\n[01:34.87] Lacerating your retina for tryin to see this\n[01:37.47] As I'm flowin through the prism of the X-3-D\n[01:39.92] See at forty belows I freak flows that burn your nose\n[01:42.96] When you inhale the verbal blows, case closed\n[01:45.53] Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?\n[01:48.21] (Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?)\n[01:50.58] Yo, don't you know, who I am motherfucker?\n[01:53.46] Redman's the name fool\n[01:55.15] (That's my nigga!)\n[01:56.16] Why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?\n[01:58.76] (Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?)\n[02:01.29] Yo, don't you know, who they are motherfucker?\n[02:03.96] (Crossbreed's the crew fool)\n[02:05.38] Them my niggas!\n[02:06.66] Things ain't easy, cuz we be, strugglin day to day\n[02:09.18] A bunch of stressed black men with not really much to say\n[02:11.83] Twistin up some brown paper that we struggle just to get\n[02:14.43] All the deaf dumb and blind become mentally equipped\n[02:17.04] As I extend my pen to wreak havoc on paper\n[02:19.80] I execute and burn MC's like Absolut with no chaser\n[02:22.77] Strong as chemical the general with props\n[02:25.01] Past wreckin mics, I make the Earth shatter like the 7th sign\n[02:28.02] My drama bring about a new aura\n[02:30.01] I'm sending a plague through your town like God did Sodom and Gomorrah\n[02:33.34] The deepest, my vocals actions got you speechless\n[02:35.85] Make gangsta niggas wanna go home and talk to Jesus\n[02:38.46] No man alive could figure we, beating rappers literally\n[02:41.21] X-3-D get up on this three dimensional trilogy\n[02:43.92] Got no love for foes, no respect for grimy hoes\n[02:46.35] Nuff said, X-3-D blowing up, case closed","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Case Closed\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Muddy Waters\n  duration_ms: 178000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo' pound\n  start_ms: 20560\n  end_ms: 23330\n- text: To blast all these sound men that got the po' sound\n  start_ms: 23330\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: Yippee-ki-yay, motherfuckers here's the show down\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 28870\n- text: But since we're broke now with dope sounds now here we go now\n  start_ms: 28870\n  end_ms: 31450\n- text: Check the motion while I be puffin the potent\n  start_ms: 31450\n  end_ms: 33890\n- text: Blow spots and urban networks with other experts\n  start_ms: 33890\n  end_ms: 36620\n- text: Plus this thing between my ear thinks clear\n  start_ms: 36620\n  end_ms: 39140\n- text: And the only thing it fears is the man upstairs\n  start_ms: 39140\n  end_ms: 41840\n- text: So fuck your bulletproof gear\n  start_ms: 41840\n  end_ms: 43500\n- text: If I decide to get your ass you better believe it's more than a blast\n  start_ms: 43500\n  end_ms: 47130\n- text: (boo-ya) More like rough paragraphs out Alcatraz\n  start_ms: 47130\n  end_ms: 49670\n- text: And ash, your staff, let the grime our your ass\n  start_ms: 49670\n  end_ms: 52470\n- text: Everybody's hustling with sons toting guns\n  start_ms: 52470\n  end_ms: 55040\n- text: Where Reggie Noble's from we stick nuns that got funds\n  start_ms: 55040\n  end_ms: 57780\n- text: Bomb niggas like they did in Oklahoma\n  start_ms: 57780\n  end_ms: 60200\n- text: Freez, you're froze, Def Squad UHH, case closed\n  start_ms: 60200\n  end_ms: 63080\n- text: I be the, sneaky, second dimension, seeping through your sector\n  start_ms: 63080\n  end_ms: 65720\n- text: Have nectar, leaking out you wack rhyme stressers\n  start_ms: 65720\n  end_ms: 68330\n- text: Extra deez disease leave rashes on rappers\n  start_ms: 68330\n  end_ms: 71090\n- text: Makin MC's so feel the breeze of the Grandmaster\n  start_ms: 71090\n  end_ms: 73880\n- text: Packed with swift solid style structure\n  start_ms: 73880\n  end_ms: 76380\n- text: Simonizing MC's with the degree of street ruckus\n  start_ms: 76380\n  end_ms: 79020\n- text: Aiyyo who got guns? 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Coming with the sickedest motherfuckers\nIn the perimeter\n(Huh, whooo! nineteen) You hit em with a newwwww\n(Ninety-six, nine six) tree, dick be fly, in your ass\n(Dick! Di-dick, check)\n\nYo! Amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo' pound\nTo blast all these sound men that got the po' sound\nYippie-yi-yay, motherfuckers here's the show down\nBut since we're broke now with dope sounds now here we go now\nCheck the motion while I be puffin the pot-enent\nBlow spots and urban networks with other experts\nPlus this thing between my ear thinks clear\nAnd the only thing it fears is the man upstairs\nSo fuck your bulletproof gear\nIf I decide to get your ass you better believe it's more than a blast\n(Boo-ya) More like rough paragraphs out Alcatraz\nAnd ash, your staff, let the grime our your ass\nEverybody's hustling with sons toting guns\nWhen Reggie Noble's sprung we stick nuns that got funds\nBomb niggaz like they did in Oklahoma\nFreez, you're froze, Def Squad UHH, case closed\n\n(Crossbreed)\nI be the, sneaky, second dimension, creepin through your sector\nHave nectar, leaking out you wack rhyme stressers\nExtra deez disease leave rashes on rappers\nMakin MC's so feel the breeze of the Grandmaster\nPacked with swift solid style structure\nSimonizing MC's with the degree of street ruckus\nAiyyo who got guns? I split precise, spleen splitter\nReturn my physical presence to the borough of the hard hitters\nI devour, night sun shower, menace last hour, weak man's last power\nBody, the six four mind shotty\nThe one you handle, second dimension mind vandal\nLaceratin your retina for tryin to see this\nAs I'm flowin through the prism of the X-3-D\nSee at forty belows I freak flows that burn your nose\nWhen you inhale the verbal blows, case closed\n\nChorus: Redman, Crossbreed\n\nAiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?\nAiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?\nYo, don't you know, who I am motherfucker?\n(Redman's the name fool)\nThat's my nigga!\nWhy the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?\nAiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?\nYo, don't you know, who they are motherfucker?\n(Crossbreed's the crew fool)\nThey're my niggaz!\n\nVerse Three: da otha Crossbreed MC\n\nThings ain't easy, cuz we be, strugglin day to day\nA bunch of stressed black men with not really much to say\nTwistin up some brown paper that we struggle just to get\nWith the deaf dumb and blind become mentally equipped\nAs I extend my pen to wreak havoc on paper\nI execute and burn MC's like Absolut with no chaser\nStrong as chemical the general with rhymes\nPast wreckin mics, I make the earth shatter like the 7th sign\nMy drama bringer bring about a new order\nI'm sending a plague through your town like God to Sodom and Gomorrah\nYour deacon, my vocals actions got you speechless\nMake gangsta niggaz wanna go home and talk the cheapest\nNo man alive could bend on we, beatin on rappers literally\nX3D beez up on the streets dimensional trilogy\nGot no love for foes, no respect for grimy hoes\nNuff said, X-3-D blowin up, case closed","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.02] (Dr.Trevis like voice) Hah\n[00:01.82] (Huh, hah, hah, hah, HAHHAH, hah)\n[00:04.50] Nineteen ninety-six\n[00:05.49] (Hah, come on!) Coming with the sickedest motherfuckers\n[00:08.16] In the perimeter\n[00:09.96] (Huh, whooo! nineteen) You hit em with a newwwww\n[00:12.64] (Ninety-six, nine six) tree, dick be fly, in your ass\n[00:18.01] (Dick! Di-dick, check)\n[00:19.88] Yo! Amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo' pound\n[00:22.61] To blast all these sound men that got the po' sound\n[00:26.22] Yippie-yi-yay, motherfuckers here's the show down\n[00:28.94] But since we're broke now with dope sounds now here we go now\n[00:31.64] Check the motion while I be puffin the pot-enent\n[00:33.41] Blow spots and urban networks with other experts\n[00:36.15] Plus this thing between my ear thinks clear\n[00:38.98] And the only thing it fears is the man upstairs\n[00:41.63] So fuck your bulletproof gear\n[00:43.46] If I decide to get your ass you better believe it's more than a blast\n[00:47.05] (Boo-ya) More like rough paragraphs out Alcatraz\n[00:49.79] And ash, your staff, let the grime our your ass\n[00:52.42] Everybody's hustling with sons toting guns\n[00:55.16] When Reggie Noble's sprung we stick nuns that got funds\n[00:57.87] Bomb niggaz like they did in Oklahoma\n[00:59.65] Freez, you're froze, Def Squad UHH, case closed\n[01:02.46] (Crossbreed)\n[01:03.30] I be the, sneaky, second dimension, creepin through your sector\n[01:05.17] Have nectar, leaking out you wack rhyme stressers\n[01:08.73] Extra deez disease leave rashes on rappers\n[01:10.50] Makin MC's so feel the breeze of the Grandmaster\n[01:14.27] Packed with swift solid style structure\n[01:16.05] Simonizing MC's with the degree of street ruckus\n[01:18.72] Aiyyo who got guns? 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Coming with the sickedest motherfuckers\nin the perimeter\n(huh, whooo! nineteen) You hit em with a newwwww\n(ninety-six, nine six) tree, dick be fly, in your ass\n(Dick! Di-dick, check)\n\nYo! Amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo' pound\nTo blast all these sound men that got the po' sound\nYippie-yi-yay, motherfuckers here's the show down\nBut since we're broke now with dope sounds now here we go now\nCheck the motion while I be puffin the pot-enent\nBlow spots and urban networks with other experts\nPlus this thing between my ear thinks clear\nAnd the only thing it fears is the man upstairs\nSo fuck your bulletproof gear\nIf I decide to get your ass you better believe it's more than a blast\n(boo-ya) More like rough paragraphs out Alcatraz\nAnd ash, your staff, let the grime our your ass\nEverybody's hustling with sons toting guns\nWhen Reggie Noble's sprung we stick nuns that got funds\nBomb niggaz like they did in Oklahoma\nFreez, you're froze, Def Squad UHH, case closed\n\n(Crossbreed)\nI be the, sneaky, second dimension, creepin through your sector\nHave nectar, leaking out you wack rhyme stressers\nExtra deez disease leave rashes on rappers\nMakin MC's so feel the breeze of the Grandmaster\nPacked with swift solid style structure\nSimonizing MC's with the degree of street ruckus\nAiyyo who got guns? I split precise, spleen splitter\nReturn my physical presence to the borough of the hard hitters\nI devour, night sun shower, menace last hour, weak man's last power\nBody, the six four mind shotty\nThe one you handle, second dimension mind vandal\nLaceratin your retina for tryin to see this\nAs I'm flowin through the prism of the X-3-D\nSee at forty belows I freak flows that burn your nose\nWhen you inhale the verbal blows, case closed\n\nChorus: Redman, Crossbreed\n\nAiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?\nAiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?\nYo, don't you know, who I am motherfucker?\n(Redman's the name fool)\nThat's my nigga!\nWhy the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?\nAiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?\nYo, don't you know, who they are motherfucker?\n(Crossbreed's the crew fool)\nThey're my niggaz!\n\nVerse Three: da otha Crossbreed MC\n\nThings ain't easy, cuz we be, strugglin day to day\nA bunch of stressed black men with not really much to say\nTwistin up some brown paper that we struggle just to get\nWith the deaf dumb and blind become mentally equipped\nAs I extend my pen to wreak havoc on paper\nI execute and burn MC's like Absolut with no chaser\nStrong as chemical the general with rhymes\nPast wreckin mics, I make the earth shatter like the 7th sign\nMy drama bringer bring about a new order\nI'm sending a plague through your town like God to Sodom and Gomorrah\nYour deacon, my vocals actions got you speechless\nMake gangsta niggaz wanna go home and talk the cheapest\nNo man alive could bend on we, beatin on rappers literally\nX3D beez up on the streets dimensional trilogy\nGot no love for foes, no respect for grimy hoes\nNuff said, X-3-D blowin up, case closed","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.02] (Dr.Trevis like voice) Hah\n[00:01.82] (huh, hah, hah, hah, HAHHAH, hah)\n[00:04.50] Nineteen ninety-six\n[00:05.49] (hah, come on!) Coming with the sickedest motherfuckers\n[00:08.16] in the perimeter\n[00:09.96] (huh, whooo! nineteen) You hit em with a newwwww\n[00:12.64] (ninety-six, nine six) tree, dick be fly, in your ass\n[00:18.01] (Dick! Di-dick, check)\n[00:19.88] Yo! Amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo' pound\n[00:22.61] To blast all these sound men that got the po' sound\n[00:26.22] Yippie-yi-yay, motherfuckers here's the show down\n[00:28.94] But since we're broke now with dope sounds now here we go now\n[00:31.64] Check the motion while I be puffin the pot-enent\n[00:33.41] Blow spots and urban networks with other experts\n[00:36.15] Plus this thing between my ear thinks clear\n[00:38.98] And the only thing it fears is the man upstairs\n[00:41.63] So fuck your bulletproof gear\n[00:43.46] If I decide to get your ass you better believe it's more than a blast\n[00:47.05] (boo-ya) More like rough paragraphs out Alcatraz\n[00:49.79] And ash, your staff, let the grime our your ass\n[00:52.42] Everybody's hustling with sons toting guns\n[00:55.16] When Reggie Noble's sprung we stick nuns that got funds\n[00:57.87] Bomb niggaz like they did in Oklahoma\n[00:59.65] Freez, you're froze, Def Squad UHH, case closed\n[01:02.46] (Crossbreed)\n[01:03.30] I be the, sneaky, second dimension, creepin through your sector\n[01:05.17] Have nectar, leaking out you wack rhyme stressers\n[01:08.73] Extra deez disease leave rashes on rappers\n[01:10.50] Makin MC's so feel the breeze of the Grandmaster\n[01:14.27] Packed with swift solid style structure\n[01:16.05] Simonizing MC's with the degree of street ruckus\n[01:18.72] Aiyyo who got guns? 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I split precise, spleen splitter\n  start_ms: 78720\n  end_ms: 81400\n- text: Return my physical presence to the borough of the hard hitters\n  start_ms: 81400\n  end_ms: 84150\n- text: I devour, night sun shower, menace last hour, weak man's last power\n  start_ms: 84150\n  end_ms: 89510\n- text: Body, the six four mind shotty\n  start_ms: 89510\n  end_ms: 92270\n- text: The one you handle, second dimension mind vandal\n  start_ms: 92270\n  end_ms: 94910\n- text: Laceratin your retina for tryin to see this\n  start_ms: 94910\n  end_ms: 96860\n- text: As I'm flowin through the prism of the X-3-D\n  start_ms: 96860\n  end_ms: 99580\n- text: See at forty belows I freak flows that burn your nose\n  start_ms: 99580\n  end_ms: 103190\n- text: When you inhale the verbal blows, case closed\n  start_ms: 103190\n  end_ms: 104970\n- text: 'Chorus: Redman, Crossbreed'\n  start_ms: 104970\n  end_ms: 105800\n- text: Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?\n  start_ms: 105800\n  end_ms: 107630\n- text: Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?\n  start_ms: 107630\n  end_ms: 110310\n- text: Yo, don't you know, who I am motherfucker?\n  start_ms: 110310\n  end_ms: 113010\n- text: (Redman's the name fool)\n  start_ms: 113010\n  end_ms: 114880\n- text: That's my nigga!\n  start_ms: 114880\n  end_ms: 115700\n- text: Why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?\n  start_ms: 115700\n  end_ms: 118550\n- text: Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?\n  start_ms: 118550\n  end_ms: 121250\n- text: Yo, don't you know, who they are motherfucker?\n  start_ms: 121250\n  end_ms: 123950\n- text: (Crossbreed's the crew fool)\n  start_ms: 123950\n  end_ms: 125750\n- text: They're my niggaz!\n  start_ms: 125750\n  end_ms: 126680\n- text: 'Verse Three: da otha Crossbreed MC'\n  start_ms: 126680\n  end_ms: 127520\n- text: Things ain't easy, cuz we be, strugglin day to day\n  start_ms: 127520\n  end_ms: 129320\n- text: A bunch of stressed black men with not really much to say\n  start_ms: 129320\n  end_ms: 132030\n- text: Twistin up some brown paper that we struggle just to get\n  start_ms: 132030\n  end_ms: 134780\n- text: With the deaf dumb and blind become mentally equipped\n  start_ms: 134780\n  end_ms: 137530\n- text: As I extend my pen to wreak havoc on paper\n  start_ms: 137530\n  end_ms: 139300\n- text: I execute and burn MC's like Absolut with no chaser\n  start_ms: 139300\n  end_ms: 142020\n- text: Strong as chemical the general with rhymes\n  start_ms: 142020\n  end_ms: 144730\n- text: Past wreckin mics, I make the earth shatter like the 7th sign\n  start_ms: 144730\n  end_ms: 147480\n- text: My drama bringer bring about a new order\n  start_ms: 147480\n  end_ms: 150180\n- text: I'm sending a plague through your town like God to Sodom and Gomorrah\n  start_ms: 150180\n  end_ms: 152960\n- text: Your deacon, my vocals actions got you speechless\n  start_ms: 152960\n  end_ms: 155700\n- text: Make gangsta niggaz wanna go home and talk the cheapest\n  start_ms: 155700\n  end_ms: 158330\n- text: No man alive could bend on we, beatin on rappers literally\n  start_ms: 158330\n  end_ms: 161070\n- text: X3D beez up on the streets dimensional trilogy\n  start_ms: 161070\n  end_ms: 163860\n- text: Got no love for foes, no respect for grimy hoes\n  start_ms: 163860\n  end_ms: 166550\n- text: Nuff said, X-3-D blowin up, case closed\n  start_ms: 166550\n  end_ms: 170130\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 170130\nplain: |-\n  (Dr.Trevis like voice) Hah\n  (huh, hah, hah, hah, HAHHAH, hah)\n  Nineteen ninety-six\n  (hah, come on!) Coming with the sickedest motherfuckers\n  in the perimeter\n  (huh, whooo! nineteen) You hit em with a newwwww\n  (ninety-six, nine six) tree, dick be fly, in your ass\n  (Dick! Di-dick, check)\n\n  Yo! Amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo' pound\n  To blast all these sound men that got the po' sound\n  Yippie-yi-yay, motherfuckers here's the show down\n  But since we're broke now with dope sounds now here we go now\n  Check the motion while I be puffin the pot-enent\n  Blow spots and urban networks with other experts\n  Plus this thing between my ear thinks clear\n  And the only thing it fears is the man upstairs\n  So fuck your bulletproof gear\n  If I decide to get your ass you better believe it's more than a blast\n  (boo-ya) More like rough paragraphs out Alcatraz\n  And ash, your staff, let the grime our your ass\n  Everybody's hustling with sons toting guns\n  When Reggie Noble's sprung we stick nuns that got funds\n  Bomb niggaz like they did in Oklahoma\n  Freez, you're froze, Def Squad UHH, case closed\n\n  (Crossbreed)\n  I be the, sneaky, second dimension, creepin through your sector\n  Have nectar, leaking out you wack rhyme stressers\n  Extra deez disease leave rashes on rappers\n  Makin MC's so feel the breeze of the Grandmaster\n  Packed with swift solid style structure\n  Simonizing MC's with the degree of street ruckus\n  Aiyyo who got guns? I split precise, spleen splitter\n  Return my physical presence to the borough of the hard hitters\n  I devour, night sun shower, menace last hour, weak man's last power\n  Body, the six four mind shotty\n  The one you handle, second dimension mind vandal\n  Laceratin your retina for tryin to see this\n  As I'm flowin through the prism of the X-3-D\n  See at forty belows I freak flows that burn your nose\n  When you inhale the verbal blows, case closed\n\n  Chorus: Redman, Crossbreed\n\n  Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?\n  Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?\n  Yo, don't you know, who I am motherfucker?\n  (Redman's the name fool)\n  That's my nigga!\n  Why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?\n  Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?\n  Yo, don't you know, who they are motherfucker?\n  (Crossbreed's the crew fool)\n  They're my niggaz!\n\n  Verse Three: da otha Crossbreed MC\n\n  Things ain't easy, cuz we be, strugglin day to day\n  A bunch of stressed black men with not really much to say\n  Twistin up some brown paper that we struggle just to get\n  With the deaf dumb and blind become mentally equipped\n  As I extend my pen to wreak havoc on paper\n  I execute and burn MC's like Absolut with no chaser\n  Strong as chemical the general with rhymes\n  Past wreckin mics, I make the earth shatter like the 7th sign\n  My drama bringer bring about a new order\n  I'm sending a plague through your town like God to Sodom and Gomorrah\n  Your deacon, my vocals actions got you speechless\n  Make gangsta niggaz wanna go home and talk the cheapest\n  No man alive could bend on we, beatin on rappers literally\n  X3D beez up on the streets dimensional trilogy\n  Got no love for foes, no respect for grimy hoes\n  Nuff said, X-3-D blowin up, case closed\n"}]