*bees buzzing*
*man screaming in torture*
[Intro: RZA w/ singing by Blue Raspberry]
This is... (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)
Serious, the craziest
... d-da, (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) day-da
Danger, dangerous... style
[Verse One: RZA]
Lyrical shots from the Glock
Bust bullet holes on the charts, I want the number one spot
What's the science? I'm a giant
New York defiant, brutal like domestic violence
Silence of the Lambs, occured when I slammed in
Program the jams to be fat as Ralph Kramden
Others come with sh** as silly as Art Carney
But my Tetley triplizes more kids than Barney
Remedy for stress is three bags of sess
A day at my rest playing 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 trax on Ampex
Puffin skunk, gettin drunk off of Triple X
Violent time, I got more love than valentines
The violent mind, I blast with a silent nine
[Verse Two: Inspectah Deck]
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
Leaving mics with third-degree burns
Let me at 'em, I grip your style like a spasm
Drag 'em through the mud then I bag em
We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my pores
And I be raw, for four score plus seven more
I strike like a bowling ball, holding y'all hostage
Like jail, electrifying like the third rail
Beats are smashed with paragraphs of ruckus
Wu-Tang! (Clan ain't nuttin ta f** wit)
[Verse Three: Method Man]
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 f** tell that b**h and a n***a
I'm k**in, 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 four nine three eleven
(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)
I don't know what's going on if you can take us there...
[Verse Four: Streetlife]
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 b**h
I sh**, runnin through b**hes like Emmitt Smith
Caution, n***as best to be careful crossin
The street, before they end up layin in a coffin
Don't sleep, n***as tend to forget, however
Peep this — my n***a Kase lives forever
[Verse Five: 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 f**'s the cream?"
Another dread came out the kitchen with the M-16
He tried to co*k 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 n***a tried to stab you God!) but I dodged it
n***as said, "Carlton you'se a ill motherf**er"
Cause I made it look like they both k**ed each other
And I'm out
(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)
(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)
[Outro: Method Man (RZA)]
You know what I'm saying? (Tical)