[Intro: RZA & Blue Raspberry]
This is (Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream)
Serious, the craziest, da-da
(Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream)
Day-da-danger, dangerous style
[Verse 1: RZA]
Lyrical shots from the Glock bust bullet holes on the charts
I want the number one spot
With the science I'm a giant, New York defiant
Brutal like domestic violence
Silence of the Lambs occurred when I slammed in
Program the jams to be fat as Ralph Kramden
Others come with shit as silly as Art Carney
But my technique tranquilizes more kids than Barney
Remedy for stress is three bags of sess
A day of my rest playin' chess, yes!
My thoughts be sneaky like a crook from Brooklyn
When you ain't lookin', I take the queen with the rook then
I get vexed, layin' phat tracks on Ampex
Puffin' skunk, gettin' drunk off of Triple X
Violent time, I got more love than Valentine
The violent mind, I blast with a silent nine!
[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck & (Method Man)]
My hazardous thoughts to cut the mic's life support short
Brains get stained like tablecloths when I let off
Powerful poetry pushed past the point of no return
Leavin' mics with third-degree burns
Let me at 'em! I cramp your style like a spasm
Drag 'em through the mud then I bag 'em!
We're screamin' hardcore, hip-hop drips out my pores
And I be raw, four-four score plus seven more
I strike like a bowling ball, holdin' y'all hostage like jail
Electrifyin' like the third rail!
Beats are smashed with paragraphs of ruckus
Wu-Tang (Clan ain’t nothing to fuck with!)
[Verse 3: Method Man]
Ha! Hot time, summer in the city
My people represent, get busy!
The heat-seeker on a mission from Hell's Kitchen
I gets in where I fits in for head-touchin', listen
Enemy is the industry, got me flippin'!
I don't give a fuck! Tell that bitch and her nigga
I'm killin', snipin', catchin' murder cases
Desert Stormin', I be searchin' for oasis
As I run a mile with a racist
Pullin' swords, hit the Billboard with a bullet
Peace to the number seven
Everybody else get the 4-9-3-11
[Chorus: Method Man & Blue Raspberry]
Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream
I don't know what's going on, if you can take us there
[Verse 4: Street Life]
Yo, watch me bang the headpiece, there's no survival
My flow lights up the block like a homicidal
Murder, underground beef for the burger
P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard of
I switch, the city never sleeps, life's a bitch
I sic! Runnin' through bitches like Emmitt Smith
Caution! Niggas best to be careful crossin'
The street, before they end up layin' in a coffin
Don't sleep, niggas tend to forget, however
Peep this — my nigga Kase lives forever
[Verse 5: Carlton Fisk]
What evil lurks in the heart of men?
It be the Shadow, street-life, flowin' again
I had a plot, scheme, I knew for sure
Only one kick would knock the hinges off the door
The dread tried to jet, Sabrina at his neck
Thirteen pounds on the table plus a TEC
Just when I said, "Where the fuck's the cream?"
Another dread came out the kitchen with the M-16
He tried to cock it, blast three shots like rockets
Crushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the socket
My move for the table was swift, I got my hostage
(The nigga tried to stab you, God!) But I dodged it
Niggas said, "Carlton, you's a ill motherfucker"
'Cause I made it look like they both killed each other
And I'm out
[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]
Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream
Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream
[Outro: Method Man & RZA]
You know what I'm sayin'?
Tical
