Mr.Sandman （造梦先生）（explicit ）-Method Man （方法人）/Inspectah Deck
This is
Serious the craziest d-da
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*t
As silly as Art Carney
But my Tetley triplies
More kids than Barney
Nobody must 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
Amorphous 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 point
Past the of no return
Leavin'mics with third burnsdegree
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 jail electrifying the third rail
Peep the smash
On paragraphs of ruckus
Wu-Tang
Clan ain't nuttin'ta f**k 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**k tell that b**ch
And a ni**a
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 fo'nine
Three eleven
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 you thoughts
Never heard of
I switch the city never sleeps
Life's a b**ch
I sh*t runnin'Emmitt through
B**ches Smithlike
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 ni**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
That I knew for sure
Only one kick 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**k'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 ni**a tried to stab you God
But I dodged it
Niggaz said
"Carlton youse a ill motherf**ker"
'Cause I made
It look like they both killed
Each other
And I'm out