Method Man - Mr. Sandman lyrics

This is (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) Serious, the craziest D-da, (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) day-da Danger, dangerous style Lyrical shots from the glock Bust bullet holes on the chops, I want the number one spot With the science, of a giant New York defiant, brutal like domestic violence Silence of the Lambs, occurred when I slammed in Foes grab their chairs, to be mad as Ralph Cramden Others come with sh**, as silly as Art Carney But my Tetley triplizes, more kids than Barney Never need for stress there's three bags of sess A damn I rest, playing 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 trax on Ampex Morphous God, gettin' drunk, off a Triple X Violent time, I got more love than valentines The violent mind, I blast with a silent nine 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 Track em through the mud then I bag em We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my balls And I be raw, for four score plus seven more I strike like a bowling ball, holding y'all hostage Like hail, electrifying the third rail Peep the smash on paragraphs of ruckus Wu-Tang (Clan ain't nuttin ta f** wit) 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 f** tell that b**h and a n***a I'm k**in, snipin, catchin murder cases Desert Storm-in, 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 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... 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 b**h I sh**, runnin through b**hes like Emmitt Smith Caution, n***az best to be careful crossin The street, before they end up layin in a coffin Don't sleep, n***az tend to forget, however Peep this, my n***a Case lives forever 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 kid would knock the hinges off the door The jerk tried to jet, Sabrina at his neck Thirteen pounds on the table plus a tec Just when I said, "Where the f**'s the cream?" Another jerk came out the kitchen with the M-16 He tried to co*k it, blast these shots like, rockets Crushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the socket My move for the table was swift, I got my hostage (The n***a tried to stab you God!) but I dodged it n***az said, "Carlton youse a ill motherf**er" 'Cause I made it look like they both k**ed each other And I'm out (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)