Mr Sandman lyrics

Artist  : Man Method 
Song : Mr Sandman



 Send "Mr Sandman" Ringtone to your Cell 

 												
														   featuring RZA  Inspector Deck 
Street Thug  Carlton Fisk  

  

 Intro: RZA (singing by Blue Raspberry)  

  

 *bees buzzing*  

 *man screaming in torture*  

  

 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 chops  I want the
number one spot  

 With the science, of a giant  

 New York defiant, brutal like domestic violence 


 Silence of the Lambs, o-ccured when I slammed in
 

 Foes grab their chairs, to be mad as Ralph
Cramden  

 Others come with shit, as silly as Art Carney 


 But my Tetley triplizes, more kids than Barney 


 Never need for stress there's three bags of sess
 

 a damn I 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  

 Morphous God, gettin drunk, off a Triple X  

 Violent time, I got more love than valentines 


 The violent mind, I blast with a silent nine 


  

 Verse Two: Inspector 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  

 Leavin mics with third-degree burns  

 Let me at 'em, I cramp your style like a spasm 


 Track em through the mud then I bag em  

 We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my
balls  

 and I be raw, for four score plus seven more 


 I strike like a bowling ball, holding y'all
hostage  

 like hail, electrifying the third rail  

 Peep the smash on paragraphs of ruckus  

 Wu-Tang (Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck 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 fuck tell that bitch and a nigga 


 I'm killin, snipin, catchin murder cases  

 Desert Storm-in, 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 fo'-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: Street Thug  

  

 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, niggaz best to be careful crossin  

 the street, before they end up layin in a coffin
 

 Don't sleep, niggaz tend to forget, however  

 Peep this -- my nigga Case 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 kid would knock the hinges off the door
 

 The jerk tried to jet, Sabrina at his neck  

 Thirteen pounds on the table plus a tec  

 Just when I said, "Where the fuck's the cream?" 


 Another jerk came out the kitchen with the M-16 


 He tried to cock it, blast these 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  

 Niggaz said, "Carlton youse 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)  

 (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream