Nolan "Dr. No" Moffitte - Perfect World lyrics

[Intro: Method Man] First, they dropped the bomb Then came the disease, then d**h This our world, your world, my world I like this world! [Verse 1: Method Man] On foreign land keep your toast up, hot rocks Catch a close up, your snot box broke up Land shark tryna post up, reptiles Tryna throw cub with crooked smiles Take your kindness for weakness, they foul New York n***as be loving how the gun talk, "Pow!" Another underboss pull a doublecross n***as ain't ready for the holocaust here and now Want them games people play, catch these bullets over Broadway 25 to life up in Rahway get caught Look deep into the black thought A holy war is being fought on Allah's court My perfect world (if you will!) [Chorus: Method Man] Mr. Sandman bring 'em a dream Infrared light beams, homicide scene, perfect world By any means get cream Just don't let it come between you and I, seen Everything is everything in this three ringed circus Peoples is swift, tryna work us Lord With Devil worship and satanic verses It takes place in the world perfect, mine and yours [Verse 2: Method Man] Heard when it rains, it pour I came to bring the pain once more Pedal to the floor peep the Jim Crow Law The Big Apple rotten to the core, these n***as want war? (Give 'em war) They scheming and eye-beaming Hitmen like Crying Freeman, they need cleaning Keep it coming 'til they all running, screaming Bloody murder at war with them inner demons, it's going down Invasion USA, spitting rounds If these shells hit the battleground Pave the way for birth of a Generation X Spoken with a project dialect Bomb threat to the airwaves, hit the deck Pressed for time in a world lacking sunshine Got love for my family cause they mine See n***as dying in the streets over petty crime We gon' eat or die trying, got my mind made up Young buck, just don't give a f** Pressing they luck when they best best to give it up Perfect world, baby, what? n***a head or gut, them or us Welcome to the dark ages Dirty pages of filth, fine filth flavors Dust to dust and ashes to ashes Life flashes right before his eyes, then he pa**es [Interlude: Cho-Flo] While the 666 got more tricks than the PD's got bricks From Bloods and Crips to pimps with mints We still licking the scars from whips on slave ships [Chorus] [Outro: Method Man] The children are the future And Wu-Tang is for the babies!