Rza - Mr. Sandman lyrics

*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)