Mr. Sandman

Intro: RZA (singing by Blue Raspberry)<br><br>*bees buzzing*<br>*man screaming in torture*<br><br>This is... (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)<br>Serious, the craziest<br>... d-da, (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) day-da<br>Danger, dangerous... style<br><br>Verse One: RZA<br><br>Lyrical shots from the glock<br>bust bullet holes on the chops, I want the number one spot<br>With the science, of a giant<br>New York defiant, brutal like domestic violence<br>Silence of the Lambs, o-ccured when I slammed in<br>Foes grab their chairs, to be mad as Ralph Cramden<br>Others come with shit, as silly as Art Carney<br>But my Tetley triplizes, more kids than Barney<br>Never need for stress there`s three bags of sess<br>a damn I rest, playing chess, yes<br>My thoughts be sneaky like a crook from Brooklyn<br>When you ain`t lookin, I take the queen, with the rook then<br>I get vexed, layin phat trax on Ampex<br>Morphous God, gettin drunk, off a Triple X<br>Violent time, I got more love than valentines<br>The violent mind, I blast with a silent nine<br><br>Verse Two: Inspector Deck<br><br>My hazardous thoughts to cut the mic`s life support short<br>Brains get stained like tablecloths when I let off<br>Powerful, poetry pushed past the point of no return<br>Leavin mics with third-degree burns<br>Let me at `em, I cramp your style like a spasm<br>Track em through the mud then I bag em<br>We`re screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my balls<br>and I be raw, for four score plus seven more<br>I strike like a bowling ball, holding y`all hostage<br>like hail, electrifying the third rail<br>Peep the smash on paragraphs of ruckus<br>Wu-Tang (Clan ain`t nuttin ta fuck wit)<br><br>Verse Three: Method Man<br><br>Hot time, summer in the city<br>My people represent, get busy<br>The heat-seeker, on a mission from hell`s kitchen<br>I gets in where I fits in for head-touchin, listen<br>Enemy, is the industry got me flippin<br>I don`t give a fuck tell that bitch and a nigga<br>I`m killin, snipin, catchin murder cases<br>Desert Storm-in, I be searchin for oasis<br>As I run a mile with a racist<br>Pullin, swords, hit the Billboard with a bullet<br>Peace to the number seven<br>Everybody else get the fo`-nine-three-eleven<br>(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)<br>I don`t know what`s going on<br>if you can take us there...<br><br>Verse Four: Street Thug<br><br>Yo, watch me bang the headpiece there`s no survival<br>My flow lights up the block like a homicidal<br>murder, underground beef for the burger<br>P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard of<br>I switch, the city never sleeps, life`s a bitch<br>I shit, runnin through bitches like Emmitt Smith<br>Caution, niggaz best to be careful crossin<br>the street, before they end up layin in a coffin<br>Don`t sleep, niggaz tend to forget, however<br>Peep this -- my nigga Case lives forever<br><br>Verse Five: Carlton Fisk<br><br>What evil lurks in the heart of men?<br>It be the shadow, street-life, flowin again<br>I had a plot, scheme, I knew for sure<br>Only one kid would knock the hinges off the door<br>The jerk tried to jet, Sabrina at his neck<br>Thirteen pounds on the table plus a tec<br>Just when I said, "Where the fuck`s the cream?"<br>Another jerk came out the kitchen with the M-16<br>He tried to cock it, blast these shots like, rockets<br>Crushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the socket<br>My move for the table was swift, I got my hostage<br>(The nigga tried to stab you God!) but I dodged it<br>Niggaz said, "Carlton youse a ill motherfucker"<br>Cause I made it look like they both killed each other<br>And I`m out<br><br>(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)<br>(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)