Case Closed Lyrics - Redman

Redman Muddy Waters cover art
Release information
Release Date: 1996-12-10
Genre: Hip Hop
Style: Hardcore Hip-Hop
length: 2:58
guest other vocals: Napalm and Rockwilder
Hah, huh, hah, hah, hah, hahaha, hah)
Nineteen ninety-six
(Hah come on!) Coming with the sickedest ************s
In the perimeter
(Huh whooo! Nineteen) You hit em with a new
(Ninety-six, nine, six) Tree **** be fly in your ***
(****! Di **** check)

Yo! Amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo' pound
To blast all these sound men that got the po' sound
Yippie-yi-yay, ************s 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 pot-enent
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 **** your bulletproof gear
If I decide to get your *** 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 ***
Everybody's hustling with sons toting guns
When Reggie Noble's sprung we stick nuns that got funds
Bomb *****z like they did in Oklahoma
Freeze, you're froze, Def Squad uh, case closed

I be the, sneaky, second dimension, creepin' through your sector
Have nectar, leaking out you whack 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, menace last hour, weak man's last power
Body, the six four mind shotty
The one you handle, second dimension mind vandal
Laceratin' 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

[Chorus: Redman and Crossbreed:]
Aiyyo, why the **** you tryin' to get funky on me *****?
Aiyyo, why the **** you tryin' to get funky on me *****?
Yo, don't you know, who I am ************?
(Redman's the name, fool)
That's my *****!
Why the **** you tryin' to get funky on me *****?
Aiyyo, why the **** you tryin' to get funky on me *****?
Yo, don't you know, who they are ************?
(Crossbreed's the crew, fool)
They're my *****z!

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
With 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 rhymes
Past wreckin' mics, I make the earth shatter like the 7th sign
My drama bringer bring about a new order
I'm sending a plague through your town like God to Sodom and Gomorrah
Your deacon, my vocals actions got you speechless
Make gangsta *****z want to go home and talk the cheapest
No man alive could bend on we, beatin' on rappers literally
X3D beez up on the streets dimensional trilogy
Got no love for foes, no respect for grimy hoes
Nuff said, X-3-D blowin' up, case closed.

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CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Iz He 4 Real
  • 3 Rock Da Spot
  • 4 Welcome (interlude)
  • 5 Case Closed
  • 6 Pick It Up
  • 7 Skit
  • 8 Smoke Buddah
  • 9 Whateva Man
  • 10 Chicken Head Convention (skit)
  • 11 On Fire
  • 12 Do What Ya Feel
  • 13 The Stick Up (skit)
  • 14 Creepin'
  • 15 It's Like That (My Big Brother)
  • 16 Da Bump
  • 17 Skit
  • 18 Yesh Yesh Ya'll
  • 19 What U Lookin' 4
  • 20 Soopaman Luva 3 Interview (skit)
  • 21 Soopaman Luva 3
  • 22 Rollin'
  • 23 Da Ill Out