[Dr.Trevis]

Hah

(Huh, hah, hah, hah, HAHHAH, hah)

1996

(hah, come on!) Coming with the sickedest motherfuckers

In the perimeter

(Huh, whooo! nineteen) You hit em with a new

(1996) tree, dick be fly, in your ass

(Dick! Di-dick, check)

[Verse 1: Redman]

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 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

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

[Verse 2: Rockwilder]

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' MCs so feel the breeze of the Grandmaster

Packed with swift solid style structure

Simonizing MCs with the degree of street ruckus

Ayo, 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 tryna 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)]

Ayo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me, nigga?

(Ayo, 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?

(Ayo, 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)

Them my niggas!

[Verse 3: Napalm]

Things ain't easy, 'cause 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 MCs 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