[Intro: RZA & Blue Raspberry]

This is (Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream)

Serious, the craziest, da-da

(Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream)

Day-da-danger, dangerous style

[Verse 1: RZA]

Lyrical shots from the Glock bust bullet holes on the charts

I want the number one spot

With the science I'm a giant, New York defiant

Brutal like domestic violence

Silence of the Lambs occurred when I slammed in

Program the jams to be fat as Ralph Kramden

Others come with shit as silly as Art Carney

But my technique tranquilizes more kids than Barney

Remedy for stress is three bags of sess

A day of my rest playin' 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 tracks on Ampex

Puffin' skunk, gettin' drunk off of Triple X

Violent time, I got more love than Valentine

The violent mind, I blast with a silent nine!

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck & (Method Man)]

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

Drag 'em through the mud then I bag 'em!

We're screamin' hardcore, hip-hop drips out my pores

And I be raw, four-four score plus seven more

I strike like a bowling ball, holdin' y'all hostage like jail

Electrifyin' like the third rail!

Beats are smashed with paragraphs of ruckus

Wu-Tang (Clan ain’t nothing to fuck with!)

[Verse 3: Method Man]

Ha! 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 her 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 4-9-3-11

[Chorus: Method Man & Blue Raspberry]

Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream

I don't know what's going on, if you can take us there

[Verse 4: Street Life]

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 sic! 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

[Verse 5: 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 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 fuck'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's a ill motherfucker"

'Cause I made it look like they both killed each other

And I'm out

[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]

Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream

Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream

[Outro: Method Man & RZA]

You know what I'm sayin'?

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