[Produced by Apollo Brown]

[Intro: Sample + Ras Kass]

"Close your eyes"

(Sh, sh, ah, ah)

"Close..."

"Close..."

"Close..."

(Yeah, sleep is the cousin of death)

"Close..."

(Yo)

[Verse 1: Ras Kass]

Close your eyes, dream—2Pac come and ride with me

Or travel to your punishment and come and cry with me

All seeing eye gypsy, I tipsy, lost angel

While I'm sipping my whisky and plotting my murders

A Neo-Nat Turner, I'm MC in that water

Of illuminating the righteous, I spoke on Illuminati

You was shitting on your diapers, you scared of life, I'm voodooing the vipers

Pan's Labyrinth, start Googling the ciphers

Shit

All I need is a gun and real ass homies

Promise to my enemies, I'm cutting to the bone meat

Cartilage, Spartacus, John is just autonomous

The Wolverine type to like pull out his old heart and just

Call this E.D. Eminem, no lights and beams

No radio rap bitch niggas with they tight ass jeans

This Elohim, smart niggas off a Kush and lean

Lights and beams that's gun play, fly like runway

[Hook: Ras Kass + Sample]

("Close...")

Dream the impossible dream

I'm Freddy Krueger with a blunt and some lean

("Close...")

Meditation with a Buddhist's breath

And sleep is the cousin of death

("Close...")

Dream the impossible dream

I'm Freddy Krueger with a blunt and some lean

("Close...")

Meditation with a Buddhist's breath

'Cause sleep is the cousin of death

[Verse 2: Sean Price]

Ayo, stupid nigga Sean, super nigga, uh

Family reunion, communion—I'm shootin' at your moms

Tuh, I ain't right in the head

Gun in my hand—I guess I aim right for your head

Nigga, murder, death, kill, sex, money, mayhem

Morning murder with a weapon, steppin' to the A.M

Believe in my pa, same way you believe in your god

Whether it's Allah, Jesus, or Master Fard

Mastered the bars, blasted ratchets splatter your car

Vehicular homicide, the fuck the matter witchy'all?

P

Tuh, I will pop your nunu

If I don't do it then Rock'll shoot you

(Pop!) (Hehehehehe)

One smack and you look bad

Backpack rapper strapped with crack in my book bag

I'm a nigga (Nigga!) and that's what niggas do now

Wouldn't you like to be a nigga just like who?

P

[Hook]

("Close...")

Dream the impossible dream

I'm Freddy Krueger with a blunt and some lean

("Close...")

Meditation with a Buddhist's breath

And sleep is the cousin of death

("Close...")

Dream the impossible dream

I'm Freddy Krueger with a blunt and some lean

("Close...")

Meditation with a Buddhist's breath

(Yo, shit)

'Cause sleep is the cousin of death

[Verse 3: Ras Kass]

I was made to spit 'cause I sing like Ice JJ Fish

Get rich, bad kid on my Bay Bay shit

Extortin' wack rappers like, "Pay day, bitch"

You watch Kardashian's sex tape, stare at Ray J's dick

(Ew!)

Shit, and I ain't gotta say more

The mind that's attached to this spine is a Claymore

Waterproof submariner, bitch, I'm Prince Namor

Marvel at the heart, I turn dolphins into sharks

When God made me, He broke the mold

Nosferatu, Noah put my coffin in the ark

Put the spark into arc, architect, masonic

I'm so dark into my arts like the dart, but with the heart

Who the fuck does this? No new nigga

I be new schoolin' old-school-continuation-tutor niggas

Old schoolin' new town niggas, school-shootin' niggas

Invade your hood like Vladimir Putin, nigga

[Hook]

("Close...")

Dream the impossible dream

I'm Freddy Krueger with a blunt and some lean

("Close...")

Meditation with a Buddhist's breath

And sleep is the cousin of death

("Close...")

Dream the impossible dream

I'm Freddy Krueger with a blunt and some lean

("Close...")

Meditation with a Buddhist's breath

'Cause sleep is the cousin of death