[Dr.Trevis like voice] 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)

 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, 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 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 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
 When Reggie Noble's sprung we stick nuns that got funds
 Bomb niggaz like they did in Oklahoma
 Freez, you're froze, Def Squad UHH, case closed

 [Crossbreed]
 I be the, sneaky, second dimension, creepin 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, 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, Crossbreed

 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]
 They're my niggaz!

 Verse Three: da otha Crossbreed MC

 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
 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 niggaz wanna 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