[Intro: RZA & Blue Raspberry]
This is (Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream)
Serious, the craziest, da-da
(Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream)
Day-da-danger, dangerous style
[Verse 1: RZA]
Lyrical shots from the Glock
Bust bullet holes on the charts
I want the number one spot
What's the science? I'm a giant, New York defiant
Brutal like domestic violence
Silence of the Lambs occurred when I slammed in
Program the jams to be fat as Ralph Kramden
Others come with shit as silly as Art Carney
But my technique tranquilizes more kids than Barney
Remedy for stress is three bags of sess
A day of my rest playin' 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 tracks on Ampex
Puffin' skunk, gettin' drunk off of Triple X
Ballantine's, I got more love than Valentine
The violent mind, I blast with a silent .9!
[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck & (Method Man)]
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
Drag 'em through the mud then I bag 'em!
We're screamin' hardcore, hip-hop drips out my pores
And I be raw, four-four score plus seven more
I strike like a bowling ball, holdin' y'all hostage like jail
Electrifyin' like the third rail!
Beats are smashed with paragraphs of ruckus
Wu-Tang! (Clan ain't nuthin' to fuck wit'!)
This is (Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream)
Serious, the craziest, da-da
(Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream)
Day-da-danger, dangerous style
[Verse 1: RZA]
Lyrical shots from the Glock
Bust bullet holes on the charts
I want the number one spot
What's the science? I'm a giant, New York defiant
Brutal like domestic violence
Silence of the Lambs occurred when I slammed in
Program the jams to be fat as Ralph Kramden
Others come with shit as silly as Art Carney
But my technique tranquilizes more kids than Barney
Remedy for stress is three bags of sess
A day of my rest playin' 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 tracks on Ampex
Puffin' skunk, gettin' drunk off of Triple X
Ballantine's, I got more love than Valentine
The violent mind, I blast with a silent .9!
[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck & (Method Man)]
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
Drag 'em through the mud then I bag 'em!
We're screamin' hardcore, hip-hop drips out my pores
And I be raw, four-four score plus seven more
I strike like a bowling ball, holdin' y'all hostage like jail
Electrifyin' like the third rail!
Beats are smashed with paragraphs of ruckus
Wu-Tang! (Clan ain't nuthin' to fuck wit'!)
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