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[dr.trevis like voice] hah |
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(huh, hah, hah, hah, hahhah, hah) |
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Nineteen ninety-six |
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(hah, come on!) coming with the sickedest motherfuckers |
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In the perimeter |
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(huh, whooo! nineteen) you hit em with a newwwww |
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(ninety-six, nine six) tree, dick be fly, in your ass |
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(dick! di-dick, check) |
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Yo! amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo' pound |
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To blast all these sound men that got the po' sound |
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Yippie-yi-yay, motherfuckers here's the show down |
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But since we're broke now with dope sounds now here we go now |
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Check the motion while i be puffin the pot-enent |
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Blow spots and urban networks with other experts |
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Plus this thing between my ear thinks clear |
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And the only thing it fears is the man upstairs |
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So fuck your bulletproof gear |
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If i decide to get your ass you better believe it's more than a blast |
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(boo-ya) more like rough paragraphs out alcatraz |
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And ash, your staff, let the grime our your ass |
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Everybody's hustling with sons toting guns |
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When reggie noble's sprung we stick nuns that got funds |
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Bomb niggaz like they did in oklahoma |
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Freez, you're froze, def squad uhh, case closed |
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[crossbreed] |
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I be the, sneaky, second dimension, creepin through your sector |
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Have nectar, leaking out you wack rhyme stressers |
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Extra deez disease leave rashes on rappers |
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Makin mc's so feel the breeze of the grandmaster |
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Packed with swift solid style structure |
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Simonizing mc's with the degree of street ruckus |
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Aiyyo who got guns? i split precise, spleen splitter |
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Return my physical presence to the borough of the hard hitters |
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I devour, night sun shower, menace last hour, weak man's last power |
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Body, the six four mind shotty |
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The one you handle, second dimension mind vandal |
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Laceratin your retina for tryin to see this |
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As i'm flowin through the prism of the x-3-d |
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See at forty belows i freak flows that burn your nose |
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When you inhale the verbal blows, case closed |
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Chorus: redman, crossbreed |
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Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? |
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Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? |
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Yo, don't you know, who i am motherfucker? |
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[redman's the name fool] |
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That's my nigga! |
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Why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? |
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Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? |
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Yo, don't you know, who they are motherfucker? |
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[crossbreed's the crew fool] |
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They're my niggaz! |
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Verse three: da otha crossbreed mc |
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Things ain't easy, cuz we be, strugglin day to day |
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A bunch of stressed black men with not really much to say |
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Twistin up some brown paper that we struggle just to get |
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With the deaf dumb and blind become mentally equipped |
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As i extend my pen to wreak havoc on paper |
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I execute and burn mc's like absolut with no chaser |
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Strong as chemical the general with rhymes |
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Past wreckin mics, i make the earth shatter like the 7th sign |
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My drama bringer bring about a new order |
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I'm sending a plague through your town like god to sodom and gomorrah |
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Your deacon, my vocals actions got you speechless |
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Make gangsta niggaz wanna go home and talk the cheapest |
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No man alive could bend on we, beatin on rappers literally |
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X3d beez up on the streets dimensional trilogy |
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Got no love for foes, no respect for grimy hoes |
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Nuff said, x-3-d blowin up, case closed |
