Intro: RZA (singing by Blue Raspberry)
*bees buzzing*
*man screaming in torture*
This is... (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)
Seriousthe craziest
... d-da(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) day-da
Dangerdangerous... style
Verse One: RZA
Lyrical shots from the glock
bust bullet holes on the chopsI want the number one spot
With the scienceof a giant
New York defiantbrutal like domestic violence
Silence of the Lambso-ccured when I slammed in
Foes grab their chairsto be mad as Ralph Cramden
Others come with shitas silly as Art Carney
But my Tetley triplizesmore kids than Barney
Never need for stress there s three bags of sess
a damn I restplaying chessyes
My thoughts be sneaky like a crook from Brooklyn
When you ain t lookinI take the queenwith the rook then
I get vexedlayin phat trax on Ampex
Morphous Godgettin drunkoff a Triple X
Violent timeI got more love than valentines
The violent mindI 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
Powerfulpoetry pushed past the point of no return
Leavin mics with third-degree burns
Let me at emI cramp your style like a spasm
Track em through the mud then I bag em
We re screaming hip-hop drips out my balls
and I be rawfor four score plus seven more
I strike like a bowling ballholding y all hostage
like hailelectrifying the third rail
Peep the smash on paragraphs of ruckus
Wu-Tang (Clan ain t nuttin ta wit)
Verse Three: Method Man
Hot timesummer in the city
My people representget busy
The heat-seekeron a mission from hell s kitchen
I gets in where I fits in for head-touchinlisten
Enemyis the industry got me flippin
I don t give a tell that bitch and a nigga
I m killinsnipincatchin murder cases
Desert Storm-inI be searchin for oasis
As I run a mile with a racist
Pullinswordshit 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
Yowatch me bang the headpiece there s no survival
My flow lights up the block like a homicidal
murderunderground beef for the burger
P.L.O.criminal thoughts you never heard of
I switchthe city never sleepslife s a bitch
I shitrunnin through bitches like Emmitt Smith
Cautionniggaz best to be careful crossin
the streetbefore they end up layin in a coffin
Don t sleepniggaz tend to forgethowever
Peep this -- my nigga Case lives forever
Verse Five: Carlton Fisk
What evil lurks in the heart of men?
It be the shadowstreet-lifeflowin again
I had a plotschemeI knew for sure
Only one kid would knock the hinges off the door
The jerk tried to jetSabrina at his neck
Thirteen pounds on the table plus a tec
Just when I said"Where the s the cream?"
Another jerk came out the kitchen with the M-16
He tried to cock itblast these shots likerockets
Crushed his collarboneripped his arm out the socket
My move for the table was swiftI got my hostage
(The nigga tried to stab you God!) but I dodged it
Niggaz said"Carlton youse a ill mother er"
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)

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