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
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 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)
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
