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rza – mr. sandman lyrics

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 sh-t, as silly as art carney
but my tetley triplizes, more kids than barney
never need for stress there’s three bags of sess
a d-mn 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 b-lls
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-ck wit)

verse three: method man

hot time, summer in the city
my people represent, get busy
the heat-seeker, on a mission from h-ll’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-ck tell that b-tch and a n-gg-
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 b-tch
i sh-t, runnin through b-tches like emmitt smith
caution, n-gg-z best to be careful crossin
the street, before they end up layin in a coffin
don’t sleep, n-gg-z tend to forget, however
peep this — my n-gg- 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 f-ck’s the cream?”
another jerk came out the kitchen with the m-16
he tried to c-ck 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-gg- tried to stab you god!) but i dodged it
n-gg-z said, “carlton youse a ill motherf-cker”
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)

- rza lyrics

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