Method Man — Mr. Sandman

[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 What's 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 at 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 Ballantine's, I got more love than Valentine The violent mind, I blast wit' 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 grip 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, for 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 nothin' to fuck wit' [Verse 3: 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 her nigga I'm killin', snipin', catchin' murder cases Desert Stormin', I be searchin' for oasis As I run a mile wit' a racist Pullin' swords, hit the Billboard wit' a bullet Peace to the number seven Everybody else get the fo'-nine-three-eleven [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: Streetlife] 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, 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 tech Just when I said, "Where the fuck's the C.R.E.A.M.?" 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'? Tical