Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Case Closed, artist - Redman. Album song Muddy Waters, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, RAL
Song language: English
Case Closed |
| Hah |
| (huh, hah, hah, hah, HAHHAH, hah) |
| Nineteen ninety-six |
| (hah, come on!) Coming with the sickedest motherfuckers |
| In the perimeter |
| (huh, whooo! nineteen) You hit em with a newwwww |
| (ninety-six, nine six) tree, dick be fly, in your ass |
| (Dick! Di-dick, check) |
| 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 |
| Nuff said, X-3-D blowing up, case closed |