Mr Sandman Lyrics

Mr Sandman lyrics

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 da
Danger
dangerous... style

Verse One: RZA

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, o-ccured when I slammed in
Foes grab their
chairs, to be mad as Ralph Cramden
Others come with shit, 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

Verse Two: Inspector Deck

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
fuck wit)

Verse Three: 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 a
nigga
I'm killin, 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...

Verse Four: Street
Thug

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, niggaz best to be careful crossin
the street, before they
end up layin in a coffin
Don't sleep, niggaz tend to forget, however
Peep
this -- my nigga Case lives forever

Verse Five: 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 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 fuck's the
cream?"
Another jerk came out the kitchen with the M-16
He tried to cock
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
nigga tried to stab you God!) but I dodged it
Niggaz said, "Carlton youse a
ill motherfucker"
Cause I made it look like they both killed each
other
And I'm out

(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)
(Mr. Sandman
bring me a good dream)