Mr. Sandman lyrics

Artist  : Method Man 
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)