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Case Closed

Redman

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Amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo' pound To blast all these sound men that got the po' sound Yippee-ki-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 potent 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******ur 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 Where Reggie Noble's from we stick nuns that got funds Bomb niggas like they did in Oklahoma Freez, you're froze, Def Squad UHH, case closed I be the, sneaky, second dimension, seeping 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, minutes last hour, weak man's last power Body, the six four mind shotty The one you handle, second dimension mind vandal Lacerating 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******u tryin to get funky on me nigga? (Aiyyo, why the f******u 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 f******u tryin to get funky on me nigga? (Aiyyo, why the f******u tryin to get funky on me nigga?) Yo, don't you know, who they are motherfucker? (Crossbreed's the crew fool) Them my niggas! 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 All 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 props Past wreckin mics, I make the Earth shatter like the 7th sign My drama bring about a new aura I'm sending a plague through your town like God did Sodom and Gomorrah The deepest, my vocals actions got you speechless Make gangsta niggas wanna go home and talk to Jesus No man alive could figure we, beating rappers literally X-3-D get up on this three dimensional trilogy Got no love for foes, no respect for grimy hoes Nuff said, X-3-D blowing up, case closed --- Case Closed - Redman

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A. STANTON, DANA STINSON, REGGIE NOBLE

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Muddy Waters

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January 1, 1996

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