Mr. Sandman

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
 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, occured when I slammed in
 Program the jams to be fat as Ralph Kramden
 Others come with shit as silly as Art Carney
 But my Tetley triplizes more kids than Barney
 Remedy for stress is three bags of sess
 A day at my 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
 Puffin skunk, gettin drunk off of 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
 Leaving mics with third-degree burns
 Let me at 'em, I grip your style like a spasm
 Drag 'em through the mud then I bag em
 We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my pores
 And I be raw, for four score plus seven more
 I strike like a bowling ball, holding y'all hostage
 Like jail, electrifying like the third rail
 Beats are smashed with paragraphs of ruckus
 Wu-Tang! (Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck 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 fuck tell that bitch and a nigga
 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 four 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 bitch
 I shit, runnin through bitches like Emmitt Smith
 Caution, niggas best to be careful crossin
 The street, before they end up layin in a coffin
 Don't sleep, niggas tend to forget, however
 Peep this — my nigga Kase 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 kick would knock the hinges off the door
 The dread 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 dread came out the kitchen with the M-16
 He tried to cock it, blast three 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
 Niggas said, "Carlton you'se 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)
 You know what I'm saying? (Tical)