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Nineteen ninety-six Coming with the sickedest motherfuckers in the perimeter You hit 'em with a new Tree, dick be fly, in your ass Dick be fly, in your ass 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 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 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 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 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 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