Mr. Sandman
Method Man
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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, o-ccured when I slammed in Program the jams, to be fat as Ralph Kramden Others come with shit, 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 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*ck wit) 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*ck tell that bitch and a nigga I'm killin, 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 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 bitch I shit, runnin through bitches like Emmitt Smith Caution, niggas best to be careful crossin The street, before they end up layin in a coffin Don't sleep, niggas tend to forget, however Peep this — my nigga Kase lives forever 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*ck's the cream?" Another dread came out the kitchen with the M-16 He tried to cock 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 nigga tried to stab you God!) but I dodged it Niggas said, "Carlton you'se a ill motherfucker" Cause I made it look like they both killed each other And I'm out (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) You know what I'm saying? (Tical)
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Written by: CLIFFORD SMITH, JASON HUNTER, ROBERT F. DIGGS
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
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