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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 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
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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 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
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