Method Man - Mr. Sandman Lyrics
Intro: RZA (singing by Blue Raspberry)*bees buzzing**man screaming in torture*This is... (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)Serious, the craziest... d-da, (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) day-daDanger, dangerous... styleVerse One: RZALyrical shots from the glockbust bullet holes on the chops, I want the number one spotWith the science, of a giantNew York defiant, brutal like domestic violenceSilence of the Lambs, o-ccured when I slammed inFoes grab their chairs, to be mad as Ralph CramdenOthers come with shit, as silly as Art CarneyBut my Tetley triplizes, more kids than BarneyNever need for stress there's three bags of sessa damn I rest, playing chess, yesMy thoughts be sneaky like a crook from BrooklynWhen you ain't lookin, I take the queen, with the rook thenI get vexed, layin phat trax on AmpexMorphous God, gettin drunk, off a Triple XViolent time, I got more love than valentinesThe violent mind, I blast with a silent nineVerse Two: Inspector DeckMy hazardous thoughts to cut the mic's life support shortBrains get stained like tablecloths when I let offPowerful, poetry pushed past the point of no returnLeavin mics with third-degree burnsLet me at 'em, I cramp your style like a spasmTrack em through the mud then I bag emWe're screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my ballsand I be raw, for four score plus seven moreI strike like a bowling ball, holding y'all hostagelike hail, electrifying the third railPeep the smash on paragraphs of ruckusWu-Tang (Clan ain't nuttin ta ***** wit)Verse Three: Method ManHot time, summer in the cityMy people represent, get busyThe heat-seeker, on a mission from hell's kitchenI gets in where I fits in for head-touchin, listenEnemy, is the industry got me flippinI don't give a ***** tell that ***** and a niggaI'm killin, snipin, catchin murder casesDesert Storm-in, I be searchin for oasisAs I run a mile with a racistPullin, swords, hit the Billboard with a bulletPeace to the number sevenEverybody else get the fo'-nine-three-eleven(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)I don't know what's going onif you can take us there...Verse Four: Street ThugYo, watch me bang the headpiece there's no survivalMy flow lights up the block like a homicidalmurder, underground beef for the burgerP.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard ofI switch, the city never sleeps, life's a *****I shit, runnin through *****es like Emmitt SmithCaution, niggaz best to be careful crossinthe street, before they end up layin in a coffinDon't sleep, niggaz tend to forget, howeverPeep this -- my nigga Case lives foreverVerse Five: Carlton FiskWhat evil lurks in the heart of men?It be the shadow, street-life, flowin againI had a plot, scheme, I knew for sureOnly one kid would knock the hinges off the doorThe jerk tried to jet, Sabrina at his neckThirteen pounds on the table plus a tecJust when I said, "Where the *****'s the cream?"Another jerk came out the kitchen with the M-16He tried to ***** it, blast these shots like, rocketsCrushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the socketMy move for the table was swift, I got my hostage(The nigga tried to stab you God!) but I dodged itNiggaz said, "Carlton youse a ill mother*****er"Cause I made it look like they both killed each otherAnd I'm out(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)
