Lirik Lagu Mr. Sandman - Method Man
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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 daDanger dangerous... style
Verse One: RZA
Lyrical shots from the glockbust bullet holes on the chops I want the number one spotWith the science, of a giantNew York defiant, brutal like domestic violenceSilence of the Lambs, o-ccured when I slammed inFoes grab their chairs, to be mad as Ralph CramdenOthers come with shit, as silly as Art CarneyBut my Tetley triplizes, more kids than BarneyNever need for stress there's three bags of sessa damn I rest, playing chess, yesMy thoughts be sneaky like a crook from BrooklynWhen you ain't lookin, I take the queen, with the rook thenI get vexed, layin phat trax on AmpexMorphous God, gettin drunk, off a Triple XViolent time, I got more love than valentinesThe violent mind, I blast with a silent nine
Verse Two: Inspector Deck
My hazardous thoughts to cut the mic's life support shortBrains get stained like tablecloths when I let offPowerful, poetry pushed past the point of no returnLeavin mics with third-degree burnsLet me at 'em, I cramp your style like a spasmTrack em through the mud then I bag emWe're screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my ballsand I be raw, for four score plus seven moreI strike like a bowling ball, holding y'all hostagelike hail, electrifying the third railPeep the smash on paragraphs of ruckusWu-Tang (Clan ain't nuttin
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 daDanger dangerous... style
Verse One: RZA
Lyrical shots from the glockbust bullet holes on the chops I want the number one spotWith the science, of a giantNew York defiant, brutal like domestic violenceSilence of the Lambs, o-ccured when I slammed inFoes grab their chairs, to be mad as Ralph CramdenOthers come with shit, as silly as Art CarneyBut my Tetley triplizes, more kids than BarneyNever need for stress there's three bags of sessa damn I rest, playing chess, yesMy thoughts be sneaky like a crook from BrooklynWhen you ain't lookin, I take the queen, with the rook thenI get vexed, layin phat trax on AmpexMorphous God, gettin drunk, off a Triple XViolent time, I got more love than valentinesThe violent mind, I blast with a silent nine
Verse Two: Inspector Deck
My hazardous thoughts to cut the mic's life support shortBrains get stained like tablecloths when I let offPowerful, poetry pushed past the point of no returnLeavin mics with third-degree burnsLet me at 'em, I cramp your style like a spasmTrack em through the mud then I bag emWe're screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my ballsand I be raw, for four score plus seven moreI strike like a bowling ball, holding y'all hostagelike hail, electrifying the third railPeep the smash on paragraphs of ruckusWu-Tang (Clan ain't nuttin
